I simply had to laugh. All the trimming we have done here and already the sumac has grown back in the field of ferns. Throwing shade on the garden. And tree guy says... everything grows back, there is no stopping that. Keep an eye on it, let it be, or get a chain saw , or pay me, I don't mind.
Growing here has taken off. In all directions. I can actually catch it in motion. But I have no real control. Food? No handle on that yet. New place, new learning. I am going to test the ph of the soil. And pull out all of the sumac babies that sprung up over night,
It's been hot. I have been bitchy. Confused, depressed, but mostly staring into space.
The grow cloth is back on that round glass table that is now out on the porch. The one that was used to create the big circle stitched on it.
Maybe it was meant to be a "Table Cloth".
I think of Dana.
It was too hot to sleep, we talked about moving far away. Like leaving the country. We came away with some ideas. Then, finally, through the thick dark, a cool breeze and some rain. And now humidity from hell. But growing. A nappy day on the porch I think.