Did you enjoy your Fourth of July? Ours was boiling hot. We opted to be sensible rather than patriotic and went to see a movie instead of a parade. I can only imagine how hot and sweaty all of the parade-goers were that day. It was beastly And, I kept thinking of all of the people who had to be in the parade – the Shriners in their hats and blazers, Mrs. Massachusetts perched on the back of a convertible (all of that hot, reflecting metal!), the musicians in their polyester uniforms, the gymnasts turning cartwheels on the hot asphalt….I felt sorry for all of them.
Later, I put together a nice meal with an angel food cake for dessert. Half of the family likes frosting, the other half does not, so, I made another sensible choice and only frosted half the cake:
If you’re interested, the recipe for the frosting I used can be found HERE. It was light and fluffy and perfect for topping an angel food cake…and easy too. I definitely recommend it.
On Friday, the girls and I drove north to Yankee Candle headquarters. Normally, we go in the fall, but Piper had a hankering for fudge, and I was eager to see what sort of landscaping they’d put together for summer.
The plants were flawless – the mulch abundant – the lawn edged to perfection. “Why doesn’t my garden look like this?” I wailed (via text) to CPT A. He came back with a sensible reply: “Because you don’t have a team of ten gardeners.” Which was just a guess. We don’t really know how many gardeners Yankee Candle employs, but certainly they have someone who can devote his or her full attention to the project. Someone who doesn’t have to stop working to make lunch for people, or delay weeding to walk the dogs, or run to the store for milk when they discover they’ve run out. I also assume they’re using chemicals. Really, though, whoever is responsible has done a lovely job of arranging everything and the gardens are an absolute joy to behold.
In my own garden, the first of the pumpkins are appearing.
These are “Cinderella” pumpkins, a French heirloom variety which, according to the seed packet, were the inspiration for the pumpkin-turned-carriage in the fairytale.
Not far away, the bell peppers are coming along nicely.
I’ve never grown these before, so it has been a treat to watch them develop.
And, in the rock garden, the hens and chicks are…blooming.
Did you know hens and chicks bloomed? I had no idea they could do that. I should have shot the flower in profile as well so you could see how tall the stalk is – a good nine inches!
In the front yard, the hydrangeas are looking lovely –
such a gorgeous shade of blue, and so nice next to the green of their leaves.
And here is an herb that I almost pulled out thinking it was a weed:
It must be a descendant of last year’s borage which grew in the same spot. This plant is enormous, though, so I didn’t think to link the two until it began to bloom. I’m so glad I didn’t yank it out.
Something that did need to be yanked out:
Can you see the wasps’ next in the top right corner of the barn’s upper door? Pepper discovered that Sunday, and CPT America smoked the wasps out early Monday morning and disposed of the empty nest a few hours later. I slept through the whole business…which is probably for the best. I’m so glad he didn’t get stung.
From the dining room table, pleased to report that the coming week’s weather will be much cooler than last week’s was – warm enough for swimming, but mild enough for sleeping (Hooray!),
Is it hot where you’re at? It’s boiling here. Currently, we’re looking at a week’s worth of temperatures in the high 90s. Humidity will put the “real feel” well into the 100 degree range. We’re cooking.
What’s strange, is that last Wednesday it was positively chilly. I know because that’s the day we bought our pond pass for the season, and Ginger, being an avid swimmer, insisted on tootling out to the docks. You can just make out her head in the water of the photo below.
I felt so sorry for the lifeguard who had to accompany her. That water was cold!
Happily, for Ginger, things turned around by Friday. We drove to a waterslide park about an hour west of us and it was plenty hot that day.
Here, too, the water was cold, but at least the warmer temperatures made it feel refreshing rather than miserable.
Not everyone likes the heat, though. Warmer temperatures have taken a toll on the perennials for sale at the garden centers and supermarkets. Here you see a group of plants (Aurinia and Saxifrage) I “rescued” earlier in the week.
As spring bloomers, they were considered past their prime and, anyway, the supermarket had to make room for a shipment of impatiens potted in planters that looked like mannequin feet in flip flops. The plants you see in the photo were all marked down to $1. I grabbed as many as I could fit in the car and even scaled back my grocery list to make room for more plants. Priorities.
Later in the week, I found herbs discounted at the store where we buy pet food. I grabbed two kinds of oregano that I thought would work well in a dry, rocky spot I have in the front yard.
Someone else that doesn’t like the heat – Ursa!
Here you see clippings from the third round of shaving CPT A did on her over the weekend. She was getting terribly matted and seemed to be pretty uncomfortable as the temperatures climbed.
Now she’s sporting a buzz cut, and, aside from looking like she has a head much too large for her body, is much improved. With all of that extra fur gone, she’s perked up considerably.
I’m hoping she isn’t feeling energetic enough to resume the digging she was doing under the backyard shed, though. She found a woodchuck’s den and seems intent on visiting the occupant.
And, finally, I started a new project this past week. I’m trying to sew a dress.
I have very limited experience sewing, so I’m having to look up a lot of things on line and in books as I go. Each step seems to take forever. But, happily, I managed to finish the bodice yesterday.
It’s a very simple kimono style dress I found in a magazine. You can see a photo of what it will (hopefully) look like when I’m finished HERE. I’d love to have it done by Sunday to wear to church but…we’ll see. Right now I’m working at a snail’s pace.
From the dining room table, needing to walk the dogs early today before it gets too hot,
Several weeks back, I had the idea to plant Morning Glories near the base of the front porch. I thought it would be nice to have them wind their way up the support beams and make what I hoped would be a lovely display later in the summer. So, I bought a packet of seeds, and though I wanted to plant them immediately, I did as the seed packet directed and soaked them for 24 hours. After planting them, I checked every few days for about a week. Nothing happened. I gave up.
Soon afterward, I found ready-made Morning Glories available at the local nursery. I bought three, and, when I got them home to plant…
I discovered that the seeds I’d planted had germinated after all. I’d given up on them too soon. Now, I had three enthusiastic looking seedlings already in place. Suddenly, I had to expand my planting vision.
And, as I walked around the front yard, wondering where I’d squeeze in three more plants, I told myself that if I’d just waited a few more days…if I hadn’t given up on those seeds so soon…I wouldn’t have been in that fix. (Though, truthfully I didn’t mind having the extra plants. I was more concerned with my own lack of patience).
I seem to have a hard time waiting. It’s a problem that surfaces frequently in the garden. I’ve planted over the tops of things that are slow to surface. I’ve pulled things out, thinking they were dead. And seeds that don’t germinate quickly run the risk of being replaced with something more instantly gratifying. Terrible, I know. Really, I need to learn to handle it better. After all, so much of gardening is about waiting.
Waiting for flowers to open….
Waiting for vegetables to mature…
Waiting for shrubs and trees to become established…
The list goes on and on.
And, as frustrating as all of this is, I know it’s very good for me. Having to wait is teaching me that I can’t have everything on my own timetable, that here are things beyond my control. Many things, actually. Like the rate at which apples ripen….
From the front porch, waiting for things to dry out after a much-needed summer rainstorm,
There have been so many changes in our neighborhood this season. One neighbor pulled out an entire hedgerow of shrubs, leaving only juvenile trees behind in their place. Another took out a large stand of, ancient pines, dramatically changing the light on that end of the block. Finally, around the corner, an elderly neighbor either passed away or moved to a care facility. Her house is now being rapidly overhauled as the owners prepare to sell. One morning, all of the overgrown shrubs in her front hard were yanked. The next, a new roof went on. It’s amazing how quickly these things can be done with enough people and the right equipment.
I think about that last neighbor often as I walk by her house now in the mornings. I think of her yard and how much she must have loved it – at least that’s how it appeared. I often saw her out front, reading a paper with her tropical bird in a cage beside her on the driveway. Or I’d see her cutting the lawn with an old, under-powered mower, raking the leaves in fall, or carefully tilling the soil around her hydrangeas. Now, her plants are blooming – it was the spirea this week – and she’s not there to see them. It makes me sad. I wonder, does the garden miss her? Do the plants know?
Down the road, another gardener’s house is up for sale – a gardener who plants dahlias in profusion every spring, a gardener who always fills a sizable garden cart in the front yard with colorful annuals. Now she’s moving. I don’t think there will be dahlias this year…and that, too, makes me feel sad.
It reminds me that gardens – and gardeners – aren’t permanent things. This year, I’ll miss these things and people I’ve come to rely on as part of the summer landscape here. And, all of these changes have motivated me even more to enjoy neighborhood gardens (and gardeners!) while they are blooming, while they are here.
From the dining room, table, hoping I haven’t depressed you too much with today’s musings…
P.S. – The photos in this blog represent recent changes we’ve made to our own yard; new foxgloves out front, a new rock wall, a dead tree taken down, a bird bath in a new spot. It’s a good reminder that all change isn’t necessarily bad.
We’re now well into June, and there’s plenty happening in the garden.
Irises I got last summer from a friend have begun to bloom – aren’t they pretty?
Another gift from a gardening friend – these Foxgloves:
These are actually the descendants of foxgloves she gave me years back. This year, I finally moved them to the front where I’ve been able to appreciate them. Before, they were crowded by the back fence where mosquitoes make prolonged visits miserable. This will be a much better location for them.
Something I’m not as excited about – the Multiflora Rose in the side yard.
I know I spoke positively about this plant last week. It’s pretty and it smells nice. But since then, I’ve learned that it can be a serious menace – difficult to remove and capable of harboring pests that endanger other roses in the garden. The only thing good I’ve read is that its hips and leaves contain vitamin C and that birds eat from it in winter. Almost every website I visited used words like “noxious weed” and “invasive species” to describe it. Gardeners are urged to get rid of it, with writers stressing that its cons far outweigh its pros. Maybe it’s time for me to grab the clippers and try to do it in – especially, as I’d hate for it to choke out the Mountain Laurel beside it.
Be warned, though. Mountain Laurel is no saint – I recently learned that all parts of this plant are toxic to both animals and humans. Even the pollen is poisonous and can taint honey if visited by bees. (Good thing that’s a bumble bee on that blossom!)
Come to think of it, the foxgloves are poisonous, too. Gads! The plant world can be a dangerous place!
Let’s move on to more benign plants, shall we? Ice Plants, for example.
These are new additions to my rock garden – a dry, sandy place where I’m hoping they will fill in space and help crowd out weeds.
I think they look a bit like sea anemones. In fact, the entire rock garden reminds me of a coral reef. It’s a nice change of pace from the other areas of the yard which require more work. I love that the plants I put there – mainly ice plants and succulents – are so low-maintenance and hardy.
These Creeping Sedum are also in the rock garden and, so far, are doing an excellent job of keeping the weeds down.
It’s nice when plants work with you and not against you, don’t you think? (Multi-flora rose, I’m looking at you!)
So, that brings you up to date for this week. If you drive by, you’ll likely see me out puttering in the yard, tending to the plants and trimming the azaleas that have gone out of control. It’s always extremes, isn’t it? Hacking at one thing while trying to coax life into something else. Never dull in the garden
From the dining room table, adding that people have actually made spoons out of Mountain Laurel wood. Would you use a spoon if you knew it came from a poisonous plant? I’m not sure I would.