Worm with camo

Blue mistflower is a butterfly magnet.
I may have over-planted this year. Actually, I do this every year. Too many green bean plants. Asian melon trying to take over the entire space. The yellow pear tomato was tasty, but no one can eat that many. I gave a bunch away but that is always a good thing. Next year, I will scale back a bit though.
I do not think they are living in harmony though. I think the snake is eating the frogs. Circle of life.
It was brought over by my husband’s great grandmother. Then one day our cousins told us they were going to try to grow their own from a cutting and asked if we wanted to try too. You know, I had never had a fig before we grew our own tree. Turns out I love them…but not as much as we love and miss grandma.
We bought this Texas Mulberry tree at the Mostly Natives Plant festival out near Boerne about two years ago. It was less than a foot high. We planted it in the ground and prayed we would not kill it with the lawn mower because it was so small. Well it made it and this year it produced fruit. The tree is still only about 5 feet tall, but the fruit is so very sweet. I could not believe it. The fruit is ripe when it turns dark purple. We gave some to our neighbors and they made mulberry pancakes with them. Sounds yummy.
You know, I never really thought of myself as a rose person, more of a Texas natives person. But, friends of plant people give friends plants and I have been given a lot of roses. The house came with a few too. Here are some of them. They are all very hardy because none of our plants get a lot of TLC. It is survival of the fittest here in the Texas Hill Country.
It has been a beautiful month. God is everywhere.