This morning I played at the funeral of John Ferrell.
Later, I spent three hours weeding out the ice plant on the back slope, clearing two-thirds of the way down the forty-eight foot planted strip. The entire Back Border Garden received supplemental water including the new sedum beside the aptenia. The great and joyful surprise was the tricolor sedum around the mahonia that may have established itself in spite of all my efforts to kill it.
The Triangle Garden received an entire bag of mulch, tucking in the new native verbena and specialty geranium. I also opened the drip to the new sweet pea on the Mezzanine Level. It seems to be an uncertain stage, whether to start to grow out or to hunker down for another season.
The native iris in Saint Francis Plaza is showing white buds, a very slow opener.
A Year at the Snake 