I need to mulch the flower beds.
I need to pull grass out from between the plants I have put there on purpose.
I keep thinking that I wish I had tools that would make that easier. But that requires shopping and, when I get to the store, I dither and the weed and grass pulling doesn’t happen.
It’s a perfect day for working outside.
Why am I in here?
I haven’t bought any day lilies, yet. I have been given some, though. And foolishly planted them out around my well.
Did you know that deer love to snack on day lily buds? It’s true. I don’t think there is anything in the front yard that they love better.
So this Fall, I’m moving them inside the fence.
I do know that I have orange, pink and yellow varieties. I’m really curious to see what come up next Spring.
(I can’t find a photo of the orange ones, so that will have to wait.)
Remember the abundance we had last year?
This is the total for this year.
I’ll be planting in the ground from now on.
We have tomatoes galore. I have canned 2 pints of Romas and have been eating Bulgarians on sandwiches. I have used the Russian Black Tulas in salads. And we have been eating the cherry tomatoes jut as snacks.
I love summer.
We planted less okra this year, so we are only eating it every 3 or 4 days. I think this means we are less likely to get foundered on them.
The sweet potatoes are healthy with one potato trying to peek out of the dirt.
The turmeric is healthy.
A friend had a piece of ginger starting to grow a root. I traded it for a piece of ginger that I bought withOUT a root growing and it put out green in about a week.
We have apples ripening. The lovely red is visible from inside the house.
I think I got the second planting of Yukon Golds in the ground too late. The first planting froze and the second has hardly any green.
There are nuts on 3 or 4 of the hazelnut bushes. The rest appear to be males. Dammit.
The berries are done. It was a great year for them and I am sated.
You should hear a bad Katherine Hepburn impression when you read that.
I have had callas in my flower bed since 2000 or 2001. I have always liked them and that year I found a pot of miniature pink callas for $5 at a grocery store. When the blossoms were spent, I planted it in the flower bed. Then, I promptly forgot about them.
The next year, something came up in the bed in a way that looked intentional, but I couldn’t remember what I had put there. I left it alone, though, just in case it was something nice. Which I expected it would be because, well, it did look like it was on purpose. And when it bloomed, I remembered! Clever me.
I was a little surprised by the height, though. I remembered them being smaller than that in the pot.
The next year, I expected them. To my puzzlement and surprise, they had become full sized callas. Welcome to bonsai. And what happens when you free them.
The next year, (or the year after, I really can’t remember) I moved. And I transplanted my pink callas.
Since then, I have added some lavender bonsaied callas I found at another grocery, a purple “miniature” calla a friend gave from a hospital arrangement she was given, some Calypso bulbs and a white calla from another friend’s yard.
The Calypso callas change color as the blossoms age, like Joseph’s coat roses do. Its starts sunny yellow and fades through orange and red to purple, then black before it dies.
On the other hand, the others seem to have all shifted to pink. I don’t know if I have killed the purple and lavender through neglect, or if they are just morphing into a consistent color like the hydrangeas around here do.
I am the Audience 