A Garden Is Brushed By Fantasy

I used to pretend that Monet's Garden was the path I walked to my home.
Little did I know that it would become that for me.
A splash of color paired with texture . . . texture complimenting height . . . washed in fragrance, all a miracle.
Food from seed . . . seed to table, another miracle.
It really is amazing how much in a Garden happens without us.
The weird little Assassin Bug is of great benefit to controlling a long list of pests.
There can be as many as 5 million worms in an acre of soil, working unnoticed.
There is a nest of young mockingbirds in our back yard who I caught practicing flying, this morning. One, then another hopped along the mulberry tree's lowest branch, then to a shelf next to the shed.
We were very close to each other. They hopped around looking very proud of themselves.
I wondered where their parents might have been. Mockingbird parents are VERY protective, and can be aggressive if there is a threat to their young.
Today, they weren't around.
I found a Frisbee to use as a water dish for them. It was hot and I didn't want to worry about their dehydrating.
I asked the babies to be careful as we have many cats in the neighborhood. I pretended that they understood.
They did eventually fly up to a branch.
I quietly applauded them.
Early evening, I sprayed a horticultural oil on the vegetables. It is made of Neem Oil with a garlic essence.
My hope is to not lose the Garden to the Mexican Bean Beetle. Last season, they defoliated alot of our squash and beans.
Live biological organic controls for them are those little Assassin bugs, lady bugs, parasitic wasps, praying mantis. (suggested reading: "Good Bug / Bad Bug")