|Sister Rain Wind brought a rainbow...and devastated the iris bed|
|Bringing the garden inside|
By evening the chickens had ripped the zucchini sprouts back out of the ground. I replanted them. I hauled over reclaimed timber to build a bed for the lilies I had impulsively purchased on sale last week. I planted the lilies in the dark. I prepared honeysuckled cuttings for transfer. I gathered bright bouquets of flowers from the abandoned gardens of foreclosed houses.
|Lilies and glimpse of the fairy garden|