A rather bizarre day; part equatorial monsoon, part temperate autumn chill, with just a smidgen of summertime shine. My waterproofs didn’t know if they were coming or going. Goodness knows what the plants were thinking?
There's always room for one more plant.
"This world is but a canvas to our imagination"
Organic gardening in the Rogue River Valley
Travels of : ँ : a Yogin