The male holly next to the sasanqua location is sick--our neighbor's holly died a couple years ago. Nothing they did could save it. There's a female holly, plus a camellia, in our narrow side yard, and I worry about them, too.
The female holly appears healthy so far, and the red berries from this tree fill the view from an upstairs window as we walk down the steps at Christmas time. The creatures like the berries, too, and I've been known to plop down on the steps and just sit, watching squirrels and birds enjoy the holly berries. If there are still any left, once the Cedar Waxwings descent on our street, the tree is soon bare--and that's okay.
I've been sick this week and home from work several days, not feeling well enough to tackle the yard chores, but well enough to look and fret. I ventured outside today to take some pictures of the neglect. I'm going to post these for our "before" shots. Maybe this will be motivating.
|The cats like the area now.|
|Rusty rabbit hangs on Ricky's horseshoe gate.|
|Found stuff display, including Katrina, the cat|
| A boy (cat) named Daisy--neutered and sweet--sits on garden bench because |
no one else would want to.
|Daisy and friend, Stubby with congenital tail deformity (Stubby is spayed and feisty.)|
|The jungle--Turk's Cap--needs attention and irrigation|
We need to devote some serious time and attention to this area; in the meantime, I'll just keep the shades down and read instead.