
There are some things that are not happy here: day lilies. hyssop. But most everything else hums along.
The trees are VERY happy here. I have no idea why. They grow at least a foot each year when they are only supposed to eke out something less. Django and I miss the patch of grass on the lower terrace but I remain pleased with my decision to remove it, as I was the only person taking care of it and grass is fussy. Too fussy. I can't abide fussy from a garden. Either thrive (with a little support) or get out. I don't have time.

I've not seen any praying mantis yet this year but am very hopeful one will come back and lay another egg sack, and this one I won't destroy. I am so so sorry about ruining that egg sack. I won't be scared of it this time and chop it up into bits with a trowel. I promise.
The bumblebees are copious, and act like angry drunks, but only toward each other, not me.
A red-wing black bird couple shows up and sings. I tell them, there is no lake here! There is no field! No meadow! You are confused! Fly away from the cats on Clinton Ave!