August 5 , 2020
Birth in the Garden
August is not my preferent calendar month , even though it ’s when I was born . Often , I think of my dear mom in her final days of pregnancy in a sweltering Dallas flat without air conditioning . I figure that if she made it through that , I can handle anything!This twelvemonth , I get to feel birth of another kind . My ‘ Bloodspot ’ Mangave , a intercrossed betweenAgave macroacanthaand aManfredashot up a blooming stalk a few calendar week ago , now topped out at 40” . I keep it in a pot on my patio , since my grunge is n’t the best for succulent , especially in dusty weather drenches . Plus , it ’s cute . Since I ’m on the terrace every night , it ’s well-off to adore those slightly silvery , burgundy spotted leave . This is her second birth , actually . In 2018 , she produce 14 bulbils which I potted up . Some have gone to friends , and others will go to unexampled homes finally . I’m not a devotee of hot , sultry weather condition , but warmth vine ’s passionate about it . Lots of birth is going on as Gulf Fritillary butterflies lay their flyspeck testis on its wide leaf after cryptical sip of nectar from its flower . I will hazard into drenching humidness to get a laughter out of energetic bees and their hilarious acrobatics on pollen - rich stamen to take home to the hive . Well , I ’ve done a few flip flops myself when back in pre - pandemic mean solar day at work when someone announce , “ Breakfast taco in the fracture room!”Hope you ’re finding wonder in the click solar day ! Linda
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