I walk through the house muttering at the problem, and see my own problem child looking at me wanting to go outside. "Rack wants out again."
Lately it is every hour in the morning, every two hours in the evening. Time for Yet Another Perimeter search.
It is mid afternoon. Bright sun. We're in the dry season in South Florida. I haven't seen a "proper" rain in about 6 weeks. The weather service keeps promising me some but I'm not believing it.
Stopping at the control for the irrigation system, I decide to give the backyard pots a blast of water. "Ten Minutes on Zone 3" I say to nobody in particular. Rack can't hear well at 14 anyway.
I start at the backdoor and work my way out inspecting each little bubbler on each plant pot. Hibiscus, Avocado, Ginger, Mango.
What's this?
On a pot that has a moth-eaten collection of things that involuntarily popped up, I'll call it a weed, there's this little jade colored jewel. It most likely was the cause of the plants there being moth-eaten. I can't seem to get a milkweed go to seed let alone flower.
"I guess that's why I plant the stuff."
On a given day I can walk outside, follow Rack out around the pool, and see five different species of butterfly. The Monarch Chrysalis is just one of them, a gift for the future.
Now that it is the Holiday Season, I am hoping that I will get some more Poinsettia when I go on the dog walks. Between Xmas and New Year's, two years back, I got my plant. Today I bumped the pot and it got replanted. Who knows if that will survive. I have great luck at propagation and replanting, but Poinsettia tend to not like to be disturbed.
Some plants don't. I have a host of plants out there, all on ground water irrigation, that will go into the ground eventually.
Until then, they will protect the little jade green jewel from exposure, and promise a future for a wee little monarch.
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