These are the topiary I trimmed - the top one perched on the bombe style base is a myrtle tree. It had become root bound the winter before last and appeared to be dead, I cut back the roots and pruned back the limbs as they do when pollarding a large tree. The tree grew back sufficiently last summer and winter permitting a nice hair-cut to reshape it into a ball topiary. The rosemary is nearest the cistern, and the olive stands off alone. To me they look like little old ladies in a nursing home who just got a wash 'n' cut and a tight new perm.
If anyone feels so inclined, you might contact Fr. Z and let him know Penjing - who seems to be ailing - just might need some root pruning as did my myrtle. (I don't name my plants BTW - they are what they are.)
What a lovely--green--yard. In Utah, everything is nice and green in the Spring--but then living in a desert, the grass, and plants suffer in the heat--my favorite is the myrtle--I sorta like that name...hmmmm...perhaps if I get another corgi dog--I shall name her myrtle, or maybe rosemary, or even olive would be a great name--no wonder your plants remind you of old ladies :)
ReplyDeleteTerry--You are too funny. Where are the blue haired?
ReplyDeleteMr.Nelson,
ReplyDeleteThank you, mucho appreciado.
God be with you.
pablo
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Yes--what lovely lush green garden..Our ongoing spring storm is wrecking havoc on everything around here...and temps in the 40's..bbrrr...
ReplyDeletePlus our Utah mountains got a sprinkling of snow last night...
Sara
Terry, I have some jealousy, here.
ReplyDeleteYep, have to admit it.
Every plant I touch dies...doesn't matter what the heck I do.
You have the "green finger", yeah?
It's a gift.
Everything I touch dies...well, not everything...God's grace works wonders in these poor, pitiful priest's hands, praise Him!:<)!
If you put up a bird feeder and aim a camera at it, I'll send you $2!!!
ReplyDeleteNazareth Priest: It's the rabbit dung fertilizer that Ter uses.
The myrtle is about 20 years old.
ReplyDeleteCath - lets just have coffee again.
Beautiful, Terry! Obviously your gift for creating beauty extends far beyond the easel.
ReplyDeleteCofA: No rabbit with any kind of sense would set foot in our yard...the hounds have taken over:<)!
ReplyDeleteSo THAAAAT'S the secret...must remember...rabbit dung!
Hear, hear Austringer...
ReplyDeletePadre--growing souls aint easy work, right?
Ter: I'd love to have coffee again! Gosh, now we could even sit outside!
ReplyDeleteMaria:
ReplyDeleteI feel like an old "dad"...maybe even a grandpa (I'm old enough now)...*sigh* I read in one of Card. Schoenborn's meditations for the Pope (JPII) that the builders of the cathedrals did not have the expectation to see the finished "result" of their work; they did the exact mission they were to executed to carry out; this has been a revelation to me: just carry out the excavation and leave it to the Lord. Hope is undying. Jesus is Lord!