Angels

Sept 4—I finally dug out all that Phlox that was suffocating one of the Knockout roses on the east side of the garden, and what a freeing thing this was… for the roses, and for me too!  For I had wanted to do this for the longest time, but always lacked the courage to do so.  Until now. 

I have also pulled out all the irises on an adjacent bed, where another Knockout rose was being swallowed up by too many of them, including all the lemon balm that had spilled out of their bed, and taken over every available space outside and beyond their designated territory. How gallingly persistent this little herb is… How irritating.  I have almost eradicated them by now, but I shouldn’t be too confident thought, because these little critters keep reproducing faster than I can pull them out.

All those irises I removed from that one spot are now replanted in the little “Dry-creek garden” I created in memory of mom, and I have planted there too part of the Shasta daisy I dug out last months from its original place. 

At the beginning of spring this year I relocated some of my Phlox over to this area as well, but this is one of the shadiest spots in the garden, and although they have thrived throughout the summer, they hadn't put any flowers thus far... I’m hoping one more winter in the ground will do the trick to make them come out next year stronger and as aggressive as they tend to be in some other parts of the garden.

I want this special space covered in flowers—all kinds of them.  By the fence, behind the big angel, I planted a tiny branch of the Virginia creeper growing on the other part of the fence, earlier this summer, and it has survived. It’s tiny, but growing strong each day.  So alas, another little miracle to look forward to seeing develop into something marvelous next spring!  Oh, and have you noticed something else?  A very lovely cherub is guarding this area now too!

I waited for him for so long, that he’s almost like a brand new baby to me!… You see, I fell in love with him from the very moment I saw him, but decided to wait until the end of summer when everything goes on clearance.  

Every week I waited and waited and waited some more, then Walmart lowered their prices on all of their patio and garden stuff… not much, thought, and I knew that if I waited a little longer I would get a better deal yet, but… I was risking losing him.  Don't you just love that little face!

After we came home from our most scary Florida vacation with my husband feeling ill, I went back to Walmart to check on him, afraid that by now he was going to be gone… Until I found him!  He was standing all alone in a desolated corner, all garden fountains gone, all other statues gone! Only him waiting for me!  He didn't have a price tag on, but at this point all I wanted to do was bring him home with me!  And I did.  Because the garden attendant didn't show up when the manager called for a price check, she said, "$15".  "Do you still want him?"  Oh boy, was I elated!   

He's supper heavy, super big and super adorable, and I love love his praying pose so much!  Sometimes when I go by him I feel as if he's really looking up to heaven and smiling.  I would then do the same, look up to my Heavenly Father, and smile.

It is not known precisely where angels dwell — whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode. ~Voltaire

Well, we may not know, but I least this one lives here now!