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Remember the first days of school when you were a kid? There were always the obligatory "What I Did This Summer" essays that were supposed to sum up our activities- as a way to segue back into the halls of Academia. Leaving the fresh air and sunshine behind, we gazed through school windows and tried to concentrate on the "reading and writing" of class. This is something like that old essay assignment, cataloging the past months garden efforts and summer idylls.
Full of determination I started off the season strong with planting and getting the garden beds completed. I planted the cool season crops and then the warm season tomatoes, peppers, basil and some gourds, primarily, for the later season. Oh.... those gourds have a story. The ONLY story now in the older vegetable space, as they swamped and swallowed up the plantings and then the pathways.... so now they better produce plenty of birdhouse gourds for my planned fall crafts.
My tomatoes did well in the raised beds in the new/old vegetable patch (remember? I resurrected the original food garden area of my first efforts here on this rural place). Though the heat did take a toll around the last part of July.
I have had some eating enjoyment from those plants, but they came in full production during my out of town trips, which were numerous this summer. So I fed the critters hereabouts a bit more than I fed myself. And some simply "went by" quickly in the horrid heat waves. They are still producing, though, and I can have all the tomatoes I want until frost.
I plucked, and saved in the refrigerator, the peppers and basil that were covered by the gourd tsunami. All I can say is that my food gardening skills are getting some exercise. My planning can use a bit of refining for next year.
The larkspurs returned from last years planting and were a large patch of deep blue at the end of the food garden.
I have been changing around the flower gardens near the house, refining the side garden as it is replacing the front garden which was mown down. That section will be a shrub garden, having a background of Viburnum burkwoodi, Hydrangea paniculata, Contorted hazel, lilac, and peonies, already. I can't think of any landscape activity sadder than mowing down a beloved garden space, however.
Recently, I have moved and increased some of my perennials. Shasta daisies went to a bed that holds the Beauty Bush. I think I will add in some other "meadow" plants to disguise the abrupt sight of plants in the lawn (they have a plan to "take over" in future yard domination of that part of the yard....shhhh!)
I've been very hodgepodge about taking photos- with most of them of my kids on trips to graduation and family reunions. I will slip some new photos in here.... but who knows what seasons and times they are from!
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 6, 2010
The Dilettante's Lament
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| once upon a time |
But now that my life includes more travel (anything is more compared to those past childraising, no-money years), and the internet providing all sorts of new options for my mind to engage, I find gardening is taking a back seat. Not that I want it that way, because I have come to love gardening for many more reasons than its calming effect on my mental health. I love the environment it can provide, the science of it, and the art of it... as well as its spiritual aspects. Yet, the practice of it has languished.
This year, I sorrowfully mowed down my main flower border. At its height of glory it had been the culmination of carefully planned color harmonies and seasonal interest. Billows and twinings, spires and mounds, rich scent and subtle texture, all were found in my mixed perennial garden, now faded in memory like the shades of a Greek tragedy.
I will spend many hours this winter planning the future of my garden's direction. Besides less time for it, I must face real restraints on the work I exact from this body, now looking back at the half century mark. It isn't that aging forbears working in a garden, but that it requires less distractions of time and energy to accomplish it. A Dilettante's crisis of indecision, and the inevitable prioritizing of interests.
Aug 5, 2010
Endless Summer Hydrangea on Alkaline Soil
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This is a beautiful hydrangea plant. The first year it was a light blue flower, but the alkaline conditions of my soil have caught up with its chemical makeup and now the blooms are a very pretty pink. I like the novelty of blue flowers, but it would take lots of Miracid or some other form of acidifier to create that effect.
I just thought everyone would like to see this plant portrait, especially if they are thinking about purchasing an Endless Summer hydrangea shrub. It usually is best to cut down the stalks in winter, for this one. I also keep it well mulched.
I just thought everyone would like to see this plant portrait, especially if they are thinking about purchasing an Endless Summer hydrangea shrub. It usually is best to cut down the stalks in winter, for this one. I also keep it well mulched.
Aug 4, 2010
Endless Summer Hydrangea, 2010 Season
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This summer 'Endless Summer' hydrangea has seen the best of times and the worst of times. The early part of the season with its regular drenching rains created perfect blooming conditions, and the bush looked the best I have yet seen it. Then the scorching hot and dry patch drew out the moisture faster than I could replace it- prematurely browned blooms resulted. I will deadhead these and see if the end of the season gives a renewed show of bloom.... the foliage has remained remarkably fresh with little wilting.
Normally, this hydrangea has blooms which age slowly, fading into the most attractive old rose hue. This year they wilted and browned. The heat also took its toll on the hostas.
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| early June |
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| just blooming, Mid June |
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| Late June, Full Glory |
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| After A Hot, Dry Spell |
Normally, this hydrangea has blooms which age slowly, fading into the most attractive old rose hue. This year they wilted and browned. The heat also took its toll on the hostas.
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