Christo

                                         Please indulge me as I present this image for viewing,

                                                       Forgive my delusion of grandeur 

                                                          In my defense I offer up that

                                                                As I left the house
                                                                I was predisposed
                                                            To see this orange fence
                                                          For what it wasn’t built to be.

                                                     By the news in the New York Times;

                                                                    Christo died

                                                                        For alas
                                                  I never saw a for real Christo installation

I've passed by this garden frequently, as Charlie and I wander in the neighborhood.  I always thought it to be a messy garden but in my view a good sort of messy, with lots going on.  Charlie and I met the gardener this morning.  I didn't get her name so don't know if she might be Mary, Mary quite contrary, but we talked long enough for me to learn that she is a bit of a contrarian at least about keeping a garden.  She didn't take offense when I told her about liking her garden, for its messiness, after a moment thought, she responded that she likes to think it is natural.  

More questions for Contrary Mary and her Garden

More garden questions for Contrary Mary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockle shells,

And pretty maids all in a row

Mary, Mary, most contrary

How will your garden grow?

With empty pots,

Composted soil wrapped in plastic

A tomato, alyssum, purple petunias and a yellow flower

Everything you may need.

It’s all there, ready on the doorstep.

What more could you wish

To make your garden flourish.

       

How Does Your Garden Grow?

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockle shells,

And pretty maids all in a row

Mary, Mary most contrary

What new in your garden grows

For nurturing inquiring souls

Maybe a surgical mask or two or three

Free for plucking from the tree?

A picture of a cat.   

Cats are popular subjects for photography these days.  This cat on the welcome mat will have to serve at least for today as my contribution to the public displays of catdom.
Cat sat staring as I stood with Charlie at my side, making this picture.  It wasn't until Charlie and I were moving away walking down the sidewalk that cat gave up his stare and wandered off in his/her own direction.