Folks have gone to much effort over the years to erradicate dandelions from lawns and gardens.
It makes for unending "busy-work," a battle which however tirelessly waged, sees the dandelion as the long-term victor.
Such realities aside, it was cheering to spot a splash of sunshiney yellow nestled under the crabapple tree this afternoon. [04 January, 2011.]
Willis, who is very companionable [nosey] hinders my efforts to take a close-up photo of the dandelion.
Inside, my Christmas cactus has tardily decided to bloom.
It is not going to be as lavish a display as other years.
I have fewer big windows in this little house to encourage house plants.
The mother plant is about 14 years old, presented to me one very cold Vermont Christmas by J.
He wisely selected a plant which was just opening its first buds, had it wrapped in layers of paper before whisking it from the greenhouse to his car.
Our first year in Wyoming the early frost caught me with plants still on the doorstep and the cactus suffered some frost bite.
It grew slowly back and reached a point some years ago when I decided it needed dividing into two pots.
It has made the rounds of our moving house several times, has been over-turned by Charlie the Cat.
My eyes are drawn to the brilliant lantern-shaped blooms each time I walk past the dining area sliding door where my plants enjoy the afternoon sun.