Lucy came in the other day and didn’t want back out until late late. We had a great day in each other’s company. It did make me realize that I may want to get a blow up mattress so that I can stretch out somewhere to relax when the bedroom and mudroom are closed off to traffic. It has to be something plastic.
The pictures of her in the chair show how she responds to talking. I say, “You’re such a pretty little girl,” and she rolls all over eventually exposing her tum tum — very unusual for her — she loves total control.
Another rough piece of wood was put on the top shelf of the metal frame and she went right for it. It has been secured with string so it doesn’t slip off as she claws it and bounces around.
It will be lashed a little better. She came in again today. She is right now below me, curled up on a rug braced by the roller of the chair. Mickey came in for about five minutes before he got completely bored. They are both fully utilizing the catio — much to my delight. I’m going to try to grow some clover in the soil inside on the bottom for them.
It’s so hot now that it’s hard to be out unless it’s fairly early and just long enough to water things. There was a big black bumble looking flyer among other butterflies and bees enjoying the mama chaste tree today.
It will likely be a regret, but most tree’s of heaven are being left to grow. They are considered invasive here by most, but they are about the only thing that is useful for getting lots of cooling growth and shade in short order. They do grow like weeds. The thing about them is, they are a little like bamboo in that they can be cut down for their sticks before long — and, if it’s absolutely necessary, it isn’t impossible to get the roots out. They grow prolifically from lateral roots — rhizomes. They also grow from seeds and they produce millions of seeds. It’s really a matter of giving in and letting nature have her way and simply working with her. Somehow they got here. The value of any kind of deciduous shade can’t be exaggerated much.
Tree-of-heaven was first introduced into the United States in the Philadelphia area in 1784. Immigrants later introduced tree-of-heaven to the West Coast in the 1850s. It was initially valued as an urban street tree and was widely planted in the Baltimore and Washington, D.C., area. From these areas, tree-of-heaven has spread and become a common invasive plant in urban, agricultural, and forested areas.
Size: Tree-of-heaven has rapid growth and can grow into a very large tree, reaching heights of 80 to 100 feet and up to 6 feet in diameter.
All the while the trees of heaven are marching on wildly in giant spurts of growth, this little elm tree sputters along with lots of personal attention. I suppose that once it is established, it may fair better on its own. Trees of heaven can be completely ignored and nothing will go wrong. They want for nothing but the sun it seems. Good example for survival.
Pretty sure that the above is a fruitless mulberry brought in by wind or bird. It was in a pot for a couple of years and finally asked to be anchored in the soil for more room to set its roots. It’s not as slow as the elm, but nowhere near the speed of the invasive bunch and needs regular water. There is one, (or two or three), of the invaders right to the left of it — they often grow in clumps of several. Water or not, they grow merrily along.
After watching a recent video from Colette O’Neill over in Ireland with her Bealtaine Cottage glory, it is pretty clear that nature has all the answers and whatever else that comes along to try to intercede will not be anything nature can’t compete with. It may even be that this is nature’s time for glory.
Listening to mother nature seems to hold the only key for how to rise above the fray to ride on the top of this wave.
Chanting seems in order.
Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō
Peace out! And lots of luck to anyone who’s listening.