|Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair|
The malabar spinach still clings to the arbor. I'm leaving them put because the black berries will make great bird food. We use malabar in the summer as a cooked green. It's the only one in the garden that doesn't get horribly bitter. I make a nice little quick stir-fry with onions, malabar, and okra in the cast-iron skillet. Pairs well with the chicken that is normally being grilled at the same time.
Now however, it doesn't look very appetizing and as I walked under it this morning it struck me funny. It's twisted, blackened vines made me think of a Goth wedding arbor.
|Goth wedding arbor?|
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
So far it doesn't look like anyone has been snacking on it. The birds have so much to eat at my house right now - chili pequin, beautyberry, rose hips, and flower seeds - that they haven't started working on it yet.
Just before the freeze I picked all the roses and brought them in the house - knowing that they probably wouldn't survive the low temperatures. We've been enjoying their incredible fragrance as they sit on the dining room table and compete against Ed's chili making. Yes, total etiquette violation having scented candles or flowers on the table but in this case I think we can make an exception.
One of the roses out front ignored the precaution. The pink Heritage rose is blooming and has one other bud on the way. She is tucked into a bed near a tree and was able to keep away the cold. A few purple gomphrena accompany her and were dancing for everyone who walked by this morning. I bowed and performed the de rigueur face plant as homage to the queen. Aah, blood pressure plummets, troubles evaporate. This is why I garden.