Living within worn corduroy

Faded books, tumbled words and blurred images populate my living room in a jumble. And that is just how I like it.

Italian influence

When I was in Italy in the northern autumn of 2006, I stayed on an olive farm just outside Assisi. Upon my return, I planted two small olive trees in large planters for my rear courtyard. In the interim I have assiduously pruned to create two trees that are fleshed out and about 6 foot tall. I am hoping they will fruit this coming spring. Above, looking through my canopy. Below, early morning Assisi.

Delicate rather than fragile

This is developing into the most gorgeous of Nodding Violets that I have ever grown. It is very prolific, but hard to keep as green and healthy as this one.

Fading into autumn

Ficus clambering prepositionally ...