If you are one of the few who follows my garden persona (@inwig) on Instagram you've gotten a sneak peek, but my Pachypodium lamerei has started to bloom:
It's a bit exciting for me!
Also exciting was the dead branch laying in on the walkway just a few feet away, a souvenir from another strong storm overnight. Glad it missed this plant, as I'd be so sad if it got damaged:
The blooms are supposed to be fragrant, but since they are up above my head I have not been able to detect any scent.
Photo taken by holding phone high overhead:
One of the mantis babies still lives here:
Not well hidden right now, but it has protection nonetheless. It must hide well at times since I often can't find it. Maybe it's up in the foliage?
I'm glad this plant looks so good close to the front door, as it's not the easiest thing to move around.
Below the spiky plant is a new addition to the garden:
Not just any rock though, as this is "the rock" of my childhood. Literally the only rock in a completely flat suburban Chicago yard, this heavy thing was our step ladder into the silver maple tree that we climbed daily. The tree is much too big to climb now and the rock looks puny next to it. It's a boulder of memories to me though, so it came to Missouri as we prepare Mom's house for the new owners.
I flipped it over in my garden as I thought it looked more natural this way. It therefore may still have some soil hiding its true colors, but I've just realized that this looks a lot like a miniature hippopotamus!
My hippo rock. :)
Man those perilla seedlings just won't stop! Glad the hippo wants to eat them...