Rural Witchery

Fiorella has a witch's garden out front. Every shrub, plant, and flower in it is poisonous, although she did chop out her oleanders today to make room for ligustrums. No evil plans afoot, no murderous beverages brewing--it's just that Fio lives in deer territory, and pansies, caladiums, oleanders, ligustrums, boxwoods, and the like are the only greeneries that Bambi thinks twice about before sucking them down like a vacuum cleaner.

Spring!

Fio and Husband rearranged the front porch yesterday, trucking three indoor trees outside and moving the bench over, and everything looks good.  Especially with the pots of purple pansies blooming their heads off. They also rolled the big logs which had been deposited helter-skelter on the lawn into a neat row of back-ups to the bricks defining the driveway.  And today Husband will hose off the porch.

Oh, and our bluebonnet has taken root in the cactus bed,  Spring looks good at Casa Fiorella.