Towering over it all is a Juniperus Carolinia shedding constant needles over everything. Pots of Amaryllis face the western sun on the outside.
Inside the shrub cover is a bench where Epiphyllums spend the summer. Epis have increased in number because I root every branch that breaks. People tend not to want to be gifted with a small plant that takes 3 years to bloom nor a giant blooming plant that is frost tender so there are half a dozen plants. I see signs of tiny buds.
Under the Juniper is a tiny patio of thirty 16" pavers I put down years ago to the west of the pumphouse. A thick blanket of needles and debris built up. I raked them away.
No project here is simple. If the patio table and chairs I was moving are to be scrubbed and returned to the screened porch, then another table and chairs must go there. The old patio table was on the newly cobbled patio on the other side of the tree. Green chairs were waiting in the tool shed.
To get the table to the new location, I had to make staging for 35 pots of Schlumbergera and Rhipsalodopsis, another collection that grows weekly as little pieces get broken and I am compelled to salvage and root every bit.
Cracks between pavers and broken corners filled with glass lozenges and fine gravel.
Glass sparkles in filtered sunlight. This was not a necessary project but it was something I could do in shade.
Last evening I was trying to prepare the area behind the new patio to the right of the secret entrance from the greenhouse side to put an additional bench for summering potted plants. I heard a clink as I struck something hard. I've found more ancient metal. So far I dug a plow point and two pieces of chromed metal joined by a large bolt.
I went back today and tried to dig out something bigger that is jammed by roots. I dug away a Virginia Creeper root 3/4" in diameter. Tree roots are harder to get under and the interesting piece of metal with a bit of green paint and a large bolt hole remains fast.
I don't know why I am out in such hot weather digging up junk metal that will probably have to go with the Scrap Man later. A blog that I was reading today admonished not to think that every rusty pitchfork is a piece of garden art.
Eventually I'll get the table and chairs I'm moving scrubbed up, perhaps a little paint and moved to the front porch.
Then I can sit on the veranda under a ceiling fan, sip lemonade and gaze out on a different view where there are no ancient treasures needing digging.