Mamie is adjusting nicely to condo living, although I’m sure she misses her favorite patch of pachysandra back at the house.
Long ago, I bought two small trays of the stuff to jazz up the front of the house and over the years transplanted its offspring to create a ring around our massive oak tree, fill in an area next to the woods to discourage the weeds that used to take up residence there, and to fill in a bare patch next to the garage.
Everything rooted with abandon, which meant I spent the next few years yanking pachysandra out of the front lawn and from the flowerbeds. But more importantly, it meant that whichever side of the house I worked, since she's as rooted to my side as the pachysandra to the earth, Mamie could wriggle her fluffy self into a happy green nest and watch me to make sure I didn't get away.
She’s really a city girl at heart, though, and loves a good sidewalk. Yesterday I took her out for a stroll, and thinking it would be a treat, walked to the one undeveloped area in the complex. The road simply ends at a patch of goldenrod and weeds, backed by trees in the distance, a great opportunity for a good snuffle, unlike all the pristine lawns in front of everyone’s place.
Result: Hoping to encourage her wild side, I stumbled through weeds and got pebbles in my sandals while she watched and waited for me on the blacktop.
(Proof that periwinkle and tiger lilies are good nesting materials, too.)