Allegheny Spurge - Pachysandra procumbens
There’s a force in the atmosphere as I stand in the midst of my awakening garden, a roar of air rising in a crescendo as if a thousand lions are in its choir, sweeping rather rudely past me and on down the block. Of course, it’s just the beginning of restless air pushed in the wake of a thunder storm. I watch the wildly bending boughs of the huge juniper as it dances in the gusts of increasing intensity, and decide its best to be a little bit more cautious as I watch the sky.
A neighbors riding lawnmower is added to the symphony as he tries to beat the wrath Mother Nature has in store. The pit bull across the street barks incessantly as his mistress sits on her porch chatting loudly on her cell phone. The rather cute tiny princess of the corner house puts in her two cents worth barking at the wind as it ruffs up her long black fur, and the thorough fare two houses over spews out speeding cars as if they were in the Daytona 500. It’s rather noisy to put it mildly.
The joys of rabbits in the weed patch seems to be that they don’t eat daylily leaves, determined after they beheaded one and left the greens on the ground. Rabbit fencing is on order to place boundaries around baby shrubs that are being nibbled to death, and other plants that are now sporting shaggy haircuts. Rabbit stew is beginning to look mighty tempting.