It frosted here in Indiana last week. Fall and I have a long standing mutually satisfying romantic relationship, but I still like to get as long as possible with my Boy Toy Indian Summer. That little bitch did not show up this year! Instead he sent his super hotty cousin Summer Satan and we went through a drought and record temps of 100+ for multiple days of multiple weeks.
The long way to the point being the participants in the Garden Pageant had to all be badass to survive. The rabbits ate the new plants, the mice moved their compound to under the raised vegetable beds and subsequently had to be taken out. This involved the creation of multiple devices for murdering small cute rodenty creatures with traps made from Googling “how to kill insert cute rodenty animal here” internet. My karma may never feel 100% right again but it had to be done! I still feel bad every time I see a chipmunk and then “Why stupid chipmunk did you have to move under MY porch?” Anything with a vine got the spreading funkity funk and caused all 4 of my baby pumpkins to flop off and die. The vegetables had just taken off when the watering ban went into effect. The bugs invaded the vines. The blossoms rotted off or went on strike, Shall I go on?
It’s bad enough that I never do a good job of tracking what I planted where. What kind of peppers or tomatoes eventually get to grow is always a surprise. The seeds I do a better job with but I always think I will remember and yet I never do.
The runners-up this year were the cucumbers I grew on a trellis and the smuggled South African Pappadews. The real stars of the garden this year were definitely the Zinnias. I captured them in their fall glory last week both in sunlight and at the evening magic hour. I love how they get all multi colored and spiky this time of year. The Envy’s started slowly but by the end were a nice row of lime green. The Zahara Starlights my Mom sent me for my birthday were stunning and the White Weddings have become this amazing creamy yellow color. Even the mix on the side if the house in the less than vibrant colors looks nice for Fall. I’m too exhausted and strapped for time to label these tonight. I threw in a few Gerbera Daisies and one of the last roses as a bonus.
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!
Sitting on my patio, stretching for my 8 miles, drinking my prolong and focusing on the run.
I only got one of these red sunflowers this year. On Monday it was blooming and beautiful. I had hopes for seeds for next year. On Friday, well you can see for yourself. Maybe it will overcome. I’m going to leave it there and hope.
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.