Two hours of sleep last night.
Yikes. It’s due, I’m sure, to a mixture of things: grief, which hit me rather heavily the other day; this election, which has made me angry and fearful; and the violence taking place all over the globe, which has left me feeling enraged, profoundly sad, and powerless. Even though I try to limit my exposure to the news, these last few weeks have been so full of senseless tragedies that I (we) cannot help but be affected.
Needless to say, I feel like a wet noodle today.
Oh, pretty daylilies, why do you last only one day? (Don was flabbergasted when he heard they were called daylilies because they bloom for one day. He couldn’t quite take that in.)
The hollyhocks are still hanging in there. They’ve been tied to the fence as the rain had done a number on them.
Coneflowers, white and purple, are everywhere in the gardens. Since I love them so much, this mid-July gardenscape tends to be my favorite.
The little bug was identified by two blog readers as a green crab spider. Those pincer-like legs are apparently very powerful and are capable of grabbing a butterfly or a bee. It seems impossible, given its size, but apparently it’s true. And that explains why it is just sitting on my coneflower for days at a time. It’s lying in wait.
There is always, always, something new to discover in the garden.
Friends, that’s about all I can come up with today. Time for more coffee.
Happy Sunday.
