After some very productive but exhausting days spent slaughtering flying snakes, it was nice to relax for a few minutes in the garden.
But first we visited some friends who moved into our old apartment, where I rushed to take a picture of the George Washington Bridge.
This view is really the only thing I miss about the old apartment; I could have taken a million more photographs (on top of the first million I alread took) and not been bored by it.
Now, however, we spend more time tending to the garden; here's a pot of caladiums we moved to a sunnier spot in the hopes of reinvigorating its growth.
Alas, our Japanese moonbeam hydrangea has been struggling this year and is in intensive care; we recently trimmed the root ball, suspecting that it might have become root bound as a result of its placement in the back of the garden, surrounded by rocks and clay.
We also replaced some of our wilting marigolds with cosmos; we just don't get enough light for most flowers, unfortunately.
ON the plus side, the sycamore maple seems to have completely recovered.
Granted, we had to cut it in half, but it has a new lead and looks healthier than it has in years. Sometimes there are victories in the garden, along with the inevitable defeats.
Out statue has no complaints, either.
One place where we can grow flowers is the corner of the grape arbor, where our crossvine has just started blooming.
Now all we need are some hummingbirds to come enjoy the flowers.
A lush garden awaits, if only they could figure out how to get here.