May 30, 2014

The wicked stewartia is going to bloom while I am gone. It sports fifty buds and one full blown flower. Either it’s taunting me with the bounty I’ll miss, or it exerted itself to give me at least that one little sample before I depart. Transplanted a mallow, which has been dear to my heart since I found the Circus Maximus covered with it.

A came last night. Woke once in the night to think he was a cat, but he was better than a cat.