This morning I visited the flowers in the garden to do some cutting. I reminded the bees “Even though I put this Russian Sage here for you, You have to remember I like it too”. yes I actually said that out loud to the bees on the sage. I also told a cute little praying mantis that he couldn’t stay on the cut glads, as he would not like it where they were headed. We got quite a bit of rain yesterday and about 6″ or so last week. The flowers are still hanging in there in spite of the nasty conditions this summer has provided them. I’m hoping to get to some other writing this weekend, until then Happy Friday and consider this my virtual flower gift to all of you!
When I was a little girl we had a HUGE garden complete with a fence covered in concord grapes as a divider across the entire width of the back yard and a garden gate. I spent many a hot, sweaty, dirty afternoon working while Dad supervised aka sat in the shade smoking a camel non filter and giving directions. I learned to plant, hoe, weed, and harvest. There was a small area that was just mine and each year I chose to plant gladiolus, gladioli, gladiola or however you choose to spell it. I haven’t had glads at this house until this year. In the middle of a drought, at the end of a stressful and emotionally taxing week complete with a 3 day headache, Daddy sent me this in the garden. I miss you Dad!
I puttered in the Garden this morning. I set my chipmunks must go trap. I pulled dill and cilantro, sprayed the veggie garden for diseases and noticed the many shades of pink my Zinnias are producing. The teeny tiny white one with the barely noticeable pink stripes is the Zahara Starlight Rose finally blooming. I also have teeny tiny ENVY blooms in the lightest of lime green.