Ashes to ashes

Haven't had much time for the garden. To tell the truth, it needs a good sweep- ideally a good scrub, and the idea of that labor has kept me inside. Watered everyone down tonight however. Struck by the size the little cutting of philodendron given to me by J Durko. It has become a buxom gal, overflowing it's pot (shared with the blood orange, creeping fig, bromeliade, begonia alba, begonia Caribbean queen).  I'll post a pic of the dramatic growth tomorrow.

I think this graveyard was where Light Horse Harry Lee was buried for a while. 

My mother's ashes were scattered along the highway with her much loved wildflowers. I wish I could have known her as the avid gardener that she was.