I have an indoor life and an outdoor life. Both are full of wonder.
I wonder how wooden spoons keep things from boiling over?
Why would anyone use flat paint in a kitchen?
I wonder what’s under this tile?
Will she ever stop growing, like ever?
Why did I ever want anything but stainless steel pots and pans?
Do the noodles go directly to the inside of my thighs, or is that a coincidence?
Why isn’t everything wireless yet?
What the hell do they do in this bathroom?!?
How far back can I trim this wayward rosebush without killing it?
Where should I plant this milkweed?
Where should I plant this tulip tree?
How are these trees surviving when clearly all their limbs are in my yard?
If I take the pots out of the back yard, and no one lives there, it’s not really stealing, is it?
What should I plant on this trellis?
Most importantly, I spend a lot of time asking plants, “What the fuck are you?”
Case in point, the strange plant in my front bed. Strange Plant looked like a schefflera.
For awhile, I wondered if maybe the previous owner had just thrown her houseplant into the garden.
Then it lived through the winter?
(In Indiana, scheffleras do not live through the winter. One of the things that will freak Hoosiers out, is realizing that The Deep South has outdoor hedges made of our houseplants.)
Yesterday, as we left the house, I realized Strange Plant had blooms on it. Big, hot pink blooms.
In the shade?
Really, Strange Plant? Is that how you do?
Today, I decided to research Strange Plant.
Woody, leaflets, yes, six, waxy, yes, flowering, pink…
Just last week, I was looking at the rhododendrons on Jewels’s blog, ooh, so pretty! It left me wondering where I could put a rhododendron in my own yard.
Apparently, I can put one in the shade of the front bed.