neglect, on purpose
The garden though has some purposeful neglect going on. This year we had a great crop of brown and red onions, but a few weren't ready to pick so were left in the garden bed. A few hot, dry days was all it took to see them bolt from almost ready to sprouting. So we let them go with a plan to collect the seeds to grow tiny tendrils of seedlings to plant later in the year. Soon they will stop being gorgeous starburst-y spheres and I'll have to upturn them into paper bags but at the moment I am loving the showy pom pom flowers at the end of incredibly straight and tall stems.
If only other forgotten areas here at #55 would transform into something lovely and useful. It is unlikely, so I imagine at some point I will need to open those doors and face the neglect that awaits.