I was puttering around the Ugly today, not in the mood to dig up roses, when I came across a bit of beauty in my beasty yard. An overturned pot yielded a living cymbidium orchid! (see the above picture) I thought for sure I had killed them all. As I was re-potting it there was a flower spike. Yeee! Something other than a weed was going to flower in my yard. Hopefully, the transplant wasn't too traumatic for it.
The other moment of beauty was seeing the first snowdrop blooms appear. I have had these for years, and they are super reliable. But more importantly, whenever they pop up I think of my Oma. She brought these beautiful little flowers home with her from Germany more than fifty years ago, and I always remember them growing in her yard. My siblings and I would pick bunches of them from her garden and she would always put them on her dining room table. When she sold her property, I went out and dug a bunch up for my place. Now my kids pick them for me to put on our dining table.
A little work was accomplished this afternoon. I started cutting posts for a 4 foot wattle fence that will edge the new veggie garden. The fence is made from the same pile of mulberry sticks. I sure am getting a lot of mileage out of these branches.