The meadow is bugging me.
Why can't it look like this?
For one thing, the grasses I picked are too-tall and weedy-looking. I'm talking to you Nassella pulchra. I think you belong in a bigger space. In the small city garden, you are busy and messy--at least in my hands. We can be friends, but we can't be best friends. You're fired.
For the time being, I'm keeping your smaller cousin Nassella cernua, and the more elegant (but also too tall) Calfiornia fescue (Festuca californica). But I'm putting you both on notice as well. You better shape up. If not, I'm boxing the meadow concept and planting perennials instead.
Note: The discourse above is me being uncharacteristically resolved about what to do. For example, if I think about this for very much longer, I could easily convince myself to go the other way. "What this area needs is more, taller native bunch grasses! There aren't enough of them to bring off the look! No half-measures!"
And then a few minutes later, it's back to ripping everything out and planting perennials. I can work myself into quite a tizzy.
For now let's just look away...
The crimson-flowering fava bean flowers are fragrant at a distance.
And what a fine crimson.
I'm v. happy with this plant. Thanks you Michelle at From Seed to Table for turning me on to it.
Aeonium 'Schwartzkopf' has gone green again. I can't keep this black Aeonium black.
I'm not too worried about these nasturtium vines. Nasturtium can be aggressive in our climate, but I can handle it.
Near here, Cestrum elegans is about to bloom.
This is my third Cestrum. I gave C. auranticum a whirl and didn't care for it's drab flowers. Heavy-scented C. nocturnum never even made flowers. This one seems to be on the right track.
In the meantime it's raining. We're getting lots of good rain--moderate amounts, regularly delivered with several dry days in between.
I have no complaints about winter.