
It was windy last night, but this wasn't wind. Enzo was barking, and we heard someone in the front yard -- the gate opening and closing. It was about 2:30 am, and we heard the sound of breaking glass (well, we thought it was glass). It wasn't. Someone tried to steal the orange planter, and dropped it on one of the others, and then Enzo was barking and so he got scared and left.
Steve's theory is that he thought it was pretty and wanted to take it home. Who could look their wife/girlfriend/mother in the eyes giving them a stolen plant? Sigh. I've cleaned up, but need to find Mr. Cleome and Mr. Dianthus a new home.
And then there's also the Viburnum. I got it at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden sale three weeks ago, and still haven't repotted. And it definitely likes more water than it's been getting from rain. We got a mighty cool planter for it, and hopefully it will be happier now. But now we have to get it back up the stoop. Uh, hello heavy.
Last but not least, the verdant jungle of the "Bionic bed". Echinacea and Joe Pye Weed are taking over -- I planted a "mullein" plant, also from the BBG, to break it up a bit. I think it might drown. I'm not sure how happy it is. That's him, the sort of peach/pink spiky thing towards the left in the sea of green. Meanwhile, liatris, and maybe that's the chelome coming back in front of it?






