Life beyond lumber

One of the joys of our interim housing -- a little cottage behind a big, old house in Old Town -- is nursing the plants around the deck back to vigor.

Case in point: The two-foot leaves on this plant in our version of a dining room, actually the sitting space between the bedroom and the laundry shed. It was brownish and wilting when we got here, so pitiable that, unbidden, one day the pool-and-deck-maintenance guys chopped it back to a stump. Six or so weeks of food and water later, it's back in one of the six million shades of green that hit you every day here.

I'm still trying to get a picture of the little green lizard, maybe four inches tip to tail, who hangs out in and around the pot for camouflage. But that's the problem with really good camouflage, no? Hard to get a decent picture of it.