I have a feeling that talking to a worm is a sign of serious derangement, but that’s what I found myself doing this afternoon. The garden is dust dry and the bugs have arrived. I have to go on daily lily beetle patrols and blackfly inspections. The maples, now in their glorious new growth are under constant attack. I love every leaf, though, so I willingly spend time squishing the wretched beasts.
I love Japanese maples! Looks like you have some beautiful specimens.
Yes, I am a little nutty about them, but I have been humbled by the amazing specimens to be found all over Chicago on our recent visit there.