Hint: Lower, right.
It's a spider.
Not just any spider, oh no.
Any spider would camp out under a rock or in
some obscure corner or on a web that hits you
in the face as you walk by because you don't see it.
But not this spider.
He likes to be front and center.
I won't pretend to have entomological leanings
so you bug-savvy people can go ahead and roll your eyes.
I only know it by its street name: "Crab spider."
He probably possesses an obscure benefit to the overall ecosystem
but I don't give a rip.
He's not welcome in my garden.
Going about my gardening, I'll see it sitting there, smug.
Like he owns the whole damn flower.
He's waiting. For lunch.
Eventually an unsuspecting, nectar-loving, tunnel-vision, bee will
home in and think, Wow. Yum. And settle down to eat...
Its last meal.
At which point,
Mr. Crabby-Pants will pounce and suck the life
right out of my beloved furry flying friend.
Evil.
Call me politically incorrect. I kill crab spiders.
This one died right after I took its picture.
I don't think you'll see any of Crabby's relatives in the
following photos.
It's looking pretty fine isn't it?
The hanging basket houses, among other things,
'Tom West' Fuchsia. I successfully wintered
a humble stem of a thing and look at it now!
A local nursery has tons of Fuchsia varieties.
Most are available for purchase as plugs for
a mere 75 cents which enables me to experiment without breaking the bank.
Last year I kept this in full shade and lamented the solid
green foliage. An hour or so of filtered sunlight goes a long way.
lives in a generous container. The "fabulous chartreuse" foliage
has taken on pink tones. Love it.
This is a newbie this year. It's grown to about six feet
and has more rounded clusters of tiny pink flowers.
Sooo beautiful!
One of my cats likes to jump up and scare the humming birds
feasting on these blossoms.
The birds fly off and the cat crawls out from under five hundred broken stems.
I sigh and wonder why I have cats.




