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.
Working non-standard hours has made me more aware of how we are aware of time.
I work 12 hours on each weekend day and 6 hours on one day in the week. Usually Tuesday, but that can be changed if either LabCorp or I need it to. And they pay me for a 40 hour week, so that works.
My husband has his office in our house and has to go out into the world for work related stuff about once a week. Usually, he does it on Wednesday. He’s a real estate lawyer and there are closings, title searches, recordings of deeds of trust and picking up and dropping off of checks all over 3 or 5 counties that have to happen in certain orders. That can cause his travel day to shift, but the shift doesn’t happen often. He is usually able to aim things so that one day in the middle of the week is the only driving around that is required.
I usually wake up in the morning and think “Today is …” and know when I am.
This week has been … off. I didn’t work yesterday because a friend was traveling through and we made plans for her to stop off here for dinner as she passed by. So, I swapped my week day work day to Thursday. And Chuck had to “do his running around” on Monday because that was when something that needed to happen was due.
Just now, I had to look at my computer to be sure what day of the week it is. It makes me wonder about how I will relate to time when I don’t have to go to work any more. My friends are getting to the age of retirement. I wonder if the things they do (classes, volunteering, religious services, regular visits to friends and family) are ways of regulating their time in addition to being interesting to them. Serving as a fixed point in the week.
I recognize that the way we divide days into hours and collect them into weeks and months and years is how we arrange to work together as a community. I suspect those collective nouns are also necessary for us to feel safe, to feel that there is some kind of personal control, in the enormity of infinity.
I am the Audience 