Why Not.

Aug29

You wouldn’t be wrong to assume that because things are quiet here on this blog that I’ve been dull-eyed lazy and nothing at all has been accomplished here all summer. My YouTube brush with fame did kind of go to my head, but when the movie deals still didn’t come through eventually I came back down to earth and sort of got back to work. Life as a daylily farmer is a gritty life and this farmer here had a whole farm to rebuild, so from my hair and makeup days…. or maybe just a shower… it was back to the dirty, sweaty, buggy grind of digging and then sitting around wondering what I’d done. That happens more than I care to admit and it becomes somewhat obvious when you look around the place. I’m a grown man with little to no adult supervision, so when a few rocks sit around for a few days obviously that’s reason enough to build a rock garden even if the world would be better served with a nicely washed car or a painted basement.

When the daylily farm was dug up I asked them to save any cool rocks they came across. Naturally the middle of the front lawn was a good place to throw them.

There was a little concern about the rocks on the lawn. Concern and suspicion which I guess is justified, and when I said they’re for a rock garden that didn’t exactly smooth things over. A plan was requested. I just nodded because she knows as well as I do that there’s never really a plan, it’s usually more of a rock on a slope which starts sliding and dislodging more rocks and before you know it there’s a landslide. So I went and ordered plants instead.

An online order of mixed hens and chicks (sepervivum) from Petal Pusher Nursery might have been one of the top five highlights of the summer. They’re awesome. They deserve their own garden.

So 36 sepervivum, four rocks and then the township finally dumped some topsoil to rebuild the farm. It was more than enough for the farm plus something, so clearly that something was another reason to build a rock garden.

Cut a circle, lift the sod along the edges, bury the lawn and crabgrass with topsoil… move all the rocks again because they probably shouldn’t be in the way like that…

A funny thing which happened a few weeks before this was that a friend said to me “at least you’re not into rock gardening” while we were touring her garden. Apparently rock gardeners are not just a little nuts but a lot and are some of the worst plant growers and killers and collectors out there but I digress, and just laughed off her comment since I knew plenty of people who were far crazier yet don’t even have a rockery, and I for one also was lacking.

Dirt mounded, rocks in position, a few random ‘not rockgarden’ plants in there just because.

Just for transparency, I may have been collecting rock garden plants for a while but just killing most of them because the other beds here are just too rough and tumble, and poorly drained, to please most of the tiny things which shine in a rockery. Actually, not to spotlight my own stupidity again, but one of the plants I’ve been really successful in killing have been the same hens and chicks which I built this garden around. Friends have gifted me them. They die. I give spares to someone else. They thrive. Whatever, maybe fifth time is the charm and they’ll explode into growth and reach even higher levels of amazing!

The topsoil has been covered in about two to three inches of sand, in this case a coarse concrete sand, which will hopefully drain well enough to keep things happy.

Just like every other new garden bed here, it’s somewhat disturbing how fast it fills up. The sempervivums are tiny compared to the size of the bed and didn’t take up much room at all, but every walk around the yard had me returning with yet another little thing in hand which was supposed to be for the rock garden that I didn’t have. Also there were a few little things in pots which I grew ‘just in case’ or brought home on a ‘maybe’… I always say better safe than sorry.

Happily planted. Everything doubled in size when watered, except for the dianthus which was immediately mowed down to numbs by the rabbits. It had been safe covered in weeds elsewhere, here out in the open it must look more like a buffet offering.

And then my friends intervened. Off to Longwood we went to check out the finally re-opened waterlily garden.

One of the newly replanted areas near the fountains has been filled with hydrangeas and white annuals. Quite a statement.

The waterlilies were amazing. This has always been my favorite part of the gardens and I’m happy to see its return as a focal point of the conservatory rebuild.

The color borders are always fun even on a hot day and it makes me realize that annuals are worth the work.

The rose garden might be my new second favorite part of the gardens. It’s interesting and more subtle than the masses of color in other parts of the garden. Less grand, but I like it!

Okay back to the home garden. The crowning glory of the new rock garden arrived in the mail and for about $150 and a little assembly I have this pretentious armillary with Atlas holding up the globe. Atlas is a little flat, but I won’t complain. I love it out there but don’t love that his price appears to have gone up at least $40 since the summer… even though it’s made in Massachusetts… but apparently the metal was not…

The finished rock garden on a smoky summer morning. I still need to set the time, and Atlas could really use a more formal pedestal but that may be a next year thing.

So for now the rock garden is as complete as anything in this garden. Several plants will become too large for the space but I can easily put off that tomorrow problem, and tomorrow may come faster than you’d think since last weekend’s trip to the NA Rock Garden Society’s Adirondack chapter plant sale may have added even more plants to the garden. There’s even a daphne. I’m overly excited about that one and I hope it settles in since I can already picture a super fancy and refined mound of shrub that covers itself in bloom and drifts fragrance across the garden.

Other parts of the garden. The waste area looking more refined this year although the 7 foot shrub behind the fire pit is actually just pokeweed (Phytolacca americana ‘Sunny Side Up’), but the privet cuttings are beginning to make an enclosing hedge and that should fancy things up.

While I dream of lazy days surrounded by fragrance here’s some other summertime summaries before summer officially ends. The waste area is becoming daylily beds, the deck has become a tropical oasis, and the potager is still in need of first aid. Houseplants have all multiplied. Someday I hope to add more and perhaps share pictures but I think you know how that will go.

It has not been the year of the potager. The beds need organic material and fertile goodness and my autumn covering of chopped leaves just isn’t enough. Fortunately a sunflower fell over onto everything and has covered many a sin.

Actually, speaking of going I don’t know where 90% of the summer went. I need a do-over but that’s unlikely especially when a week of September cool at the end of August hits and reminds you that this is in fact a temperate climate and there’s a new season on the way. Maybe this holiday weekend will be the turning point. Two big projects await and even if they didn’t happen in the last three weeks, maybe the next two days will be what was needed?

Red lobelia and a project on the horizon. Maybe this will be the weekend the kid’s old plastic playhouse finally metamorphisizes into its destiny as “Begonia House”.

Don’t let my gloom of undone projects and a fading summer get you down, there’s still a weekend in the garden on the way and whether it’s productive or not it should still be better than a week at work and I’m looking forward to it. We could use rain, we could use less bugs, we could use lower prices but sometimes you get what you get and sometimes you get a new rock garden and a visit from Atlas.

Enjoy!

Still Inching to Summer

Jun18

So there’s been a good amount of porch sitting this June and although that sounds good in theory it’s maybe not the ideal scenario due to the reasons for all this sitting around. Reason number one is the rain. Here in NE Pa it just keeps raining and then it rains some more. Hmm. I just looked it up and it appears we have had something close to ten inches of rain since the beginning of last month and maybe that’s not something I needed to know on top of the fact it’s been chilly as well. Much of the porch sitting has included a blanket with a dog on top for additional comfort so to sum it up, wet and cold.

Along the street the daffodils, snowdrops and winter aconite have been covered by the lush, rain-fueled growth of summer perennials. Luckily I mulched last summer. I can’t imagine how many weeds I’d be looking at otherwise.

On the plus side I’ve done very little watering, but on the minus side I should have transplanted and divided more. Oh well, no sense in dwelling on these things, it’s literally all just water under the bridge this year.

The earliest red hot pokers (Kniphofia caulescens) are bringing some warmer color to the garden although I think more sun would make them happier.

For all the complaining this gardener doesn’t mind the cool. I can get through a garden day with just a shower before bed rather than repeated dips in the pool or hosing off every hour to fight heatstroke. Never fear though, the forecast says that’s on our way for the weekend plus a nice mix of severe weather and oppressive humidity to top it all off so it should be fun. Sounds like someone will be opting for day drinking and cleaning out the basement rather than getting to all the neglected jobs which await outside in the swamp.

Alongside the driveway is one of my few attempts at a theme. Purple foliage and whites and grays and I guess pink. The smokebush (Cotinus ‘Royal Purple’) was cut to the ground this spring, so no “smoke”, but the foliage is lush and dark which is nice.

A weedy and lush garden means either closeups or from-a-distance photos so perhaps this post will use that as a theme today rather than relentless weather complaints. Lets begin with weeds, specifically milkweeds. I like them but can’t recommend everyone plant them because of the weed part of their name. Why would you plant a weed is a very valid question, and I guess my only argument is don’t plant the weedy types, plant the clumping types and you won’t be dealing with mile-long runners and suckers coming up everywhere like I am.

Showy milkweed (Asclepsias speciosa) is a nice enough weedy, spreading type, but I’d rather have a form with broader foliage and a good amount of silvery hairs covering the plant. They’re out there, I just need to run one down.

Don’t plant the spreading milkweeds in a flower bed. They will come up everywhere just like my golden cut-leaved sumac (Rhus typhina ‘Tiger Eyes’) does, and just like the sumac, I also love my weedy milkweeds. I just pull them out when they get out of hand and don’t give a second though to the roots below.

The common milkweed (Asclepsias syriaca) is very common here. In my opinion there should be named forms of this. I love the darker flowered ones and have seen white, and wouldn’t mind some darker color in the foliage, so if you could get on that please do so.

Again we are talking about weeds. Lets stop there and move on to a more refined thing such as holiday amaryllis (Hippeastrum). I have a few old pots in bloom now, and even through some heavy downpours they are looking nice. Perhaps it’s not the season, but I didn’t feel like giving them space last winter under lights so they didn’t start into growth until April when they went outside. I would tell you how long I’ve had these plants but it makes me feel old so let me just say over a decade and they have probably bloomed every year since so I can’t complain. On the subject of blooming, I’m always a little surprised when otherwise excellent gardeners claim they have trouble getting them to rebloom. Here’s my two cents… or maybe two nickels as the penny is phased out. Plant them is a mix that has decent drainage and water and fertilize the crap out of them. Ok, maybe not too much fertilizer, but go with a tomato or flower-focused fertilizer, and not one focused on nitrogen. Give them plenty of sun, you want them actively growing all summer, and not just sitting there cramped in their holiday pot wishing they got as much attention as that mother’s day basket nearby. The more leaves they put out the more flower stalks you will get, and if they still don’t succeed then just toss them. Many are weakened by virus, and some just don’t grow well so stop trying to make a freeloader happy and just move on to your milkweed breeding program and buy a new amaryllis or two next winter.

My favorite is the white. It needs dividing since there are at least a dozen bulbs in the pot but with multiple bloom stalks it looks good for weeks.

Let me shift to some more acceptable plants. June is filled with some of the most beautiful flowers so rather than more weeds and out of season holiday flowers, here’s the view of ‘Wartburg’ in the potager. ‘Wartburg’ is not the most glamorous name but I think it still outranks more nauseating things like ‘Pinky Winky’ and industrial names like ‘Bloomerang Dark Purple’, so keep that in mind.

It might be a pink year. Pink New Guinea impatiens are starting to fill in, with the rambling rose ‘Wartburg’ (1910) topping the pergola with a pink froth.

Wartburg is on the way out but still nice thanks to the cooler weather. She’s also been darker this year.

Covering most of the support, I think this is the year I have to do a little more serious pruning before ‘Wartburg’ becomes a bird infested mess. Maybe. I like birds too.

I have other roses through the garden, but am perhaps a little too picky with them. A great show, fragrance, and disease resistance are my main reasons for keeping or trashing a rose, and I’ve trashed a few more than I care to admit. Maybe that sounds bad, but at least I’m not cluttering up my garden with plants I don’t care about. Back in the day they would go into triage for a I’m sorry, let me fix you massive investment of time and effort, but now it’s more a thank-you, next approach. I’ve been happier, you should consider it as well.

Clematis ‘HF Young’ also on the pergola with ‘Wartburg’. Clematis are almost all worthy of growing, I think there have only been two that I lost patience with.

‘Ville de Lyon’ also lives in the potager. She’s a favorite but could probably use a better spot to show off.

So I shall leave off on this thank-you, next theme. June is fresh and promising and all the baggage of the season hasn’t been taken on yet, so don’t waste your time and effort devoting yourself to the neediest and most troubled plants. You don’t want to reach September and realize you wasted your youth trying to fix him when all you really needed to do was sow a few zinnia seeds in the space. Hmmmm, sounds like a pretty good policy in general.

Well that Sure Escalated…

Aug2

Sometimes I’m stubborn and set in my ways, determined to make something work and prove I’m right. Other times I can turn on dot, easily distracted and influenced, and just one idea can derail an entire plan. About three weeks ago I went to a daylily farm, and even talked to a daylily breeder. I bought one. I went to another farm. suddenly I found myself going back to the first farm and getting a few more and now suddenly I like daylilies. Hmmmm… did not see that coming…

Some Brookside daylilies which have been added to the garden. It’s nice to have something green in the yard.

My mother might point out that at one point, maybe thirty years ago, someone planted dozens of daylilies alongside the garage and some of those clumps still remain today, but that was a long time ago. I thought we were past that.

The front border still looking a bit fried. Recent rains have greened up some of the lawn weeds, but only the rose of Sharon (Hibiscus syriacus) looks completely unbothered by the dry weather.

I guess not. Plenty of good people like daylilies, so what’s the harm in adding a few? With the garden still a depressing shade of sun-faded khaki anything which can shrug off the dry heat can only be a good thing.

Purple gomphrena and angelonia don’t mind the heat, but do need regular watering to keep this fresh and bright. I think it’s worth it.

No one even noticed a few new daylilies, but they did notice the water bill jumping up last month. I admitted that maybe it was the garden causing this, but also pointed out the garden-fresh vegetables were surely worth it. Fifty dollars for a couple zucchini and some lettuce, thankfully there was no cost to benefits analysis done to double check my logic.

Regular watering helped stave off the worst of the baking in this end of the front border, but even without watering I suspect ‘Blue Yonder’ agapanthus would still look unbothered. I’m so glad the bulldozer missed this one, although my seedlings and several other things in this bed were lost.

Triage by watering hose was saving a few things but fortunately I went and scheduled a camping trip for last week, and this brought in a nice storm which actually soaked in a little.

Cestrum is remarkably easy from seed and only grew faster in the heat. At first I was underwhelmed by the small lemony flowers of the first seedling (in my hand), but a couple weeks later, other seedlings began to open up larger orange flowers, similar to their ‘Orange Peel’ mother, and it was all good.

A nice soak, cooler temperatures, and then another surprise shower this past weekend have made all the difference in the garden. No more wilted plants making me feel guilty at every turn and the lawn even has a green haze to it, although it will still be a while before I need to fire up the lawnmower again. I think this just-in-time rain will also help the little tree frog tadpoles immensely. They’re just starting to sprout legs and leave the pond, and I don’t think venturing out into a desert would have been the best thing for my little babies.

There’s a big range to the tadpoles with some already out and about, others well into leg-growing, and a couple still just fat little polliwogs.

I’ve been coming across baby tree frogs in a few spots around the garden. Unlike the gray adults, the babies are a bright green with a dark mask around their eyes.

Baby gray tree frogs (Hyla versicolor) have a leafy green color while the adults take on more of a bark/lichen gray color.

My fingers are crossed that a good number of them make it.

Even the frogs like the new daylilies.

New daylilies, baby frogs, and a decent rain. It’s not perfect but it’s a good position to be in for the first week of August, and as long as no one asks how the construction is going I think it’s still better than a cold day in January.

Have a great week!

Garbage Day

Jul18

So it’s been hot and hasn’t rained more than half an inch here in the last three weeks. My “garden” has always been a little more interesting than it is beautiful, and now with things wilting and dying left and right, on top of the construction debris and damage, my yard has officially entered the trash stage. Visiting several beautiful gardens last weekend, filled with lush goodies, all artfully combined and arranged was a nice exercise, but did not help my opinion at all so earlier last week I decided to rip half of it out, mulch most of it, and try to save a few bits through the daily triage of going plant to plant with a water hose.

Lawn is not drought tolerant but rudbeckia and a few other things are. At least not everything is brown.

Maybe we’ll get lucky tonight and the storms rolling through will drop some moisture, but it’s going to take a couple days straight to get anything into the hard-baked soil and that’s not going to happen. Also the next week’s forecast is full of 90’s (32+C) so any rain tonight is more a teaser than relief.

With half the plants now ripped out, and a couple days of standing around with a water hose under my belt, the front border no longer shouts ‘save me!’ and instead just looks hot.

So plenty of people have it worse, and some people always have it worse, so please don’t feel the need to be nice and sympathetic when this kind of summer really isn’t that out of the ordinary for us. There’s still plenty of recyclables in this trash pile, and always a few treasures to pick out, such as the orien-pet lily ‘Conca d’Or which dominates the front border this week. I love everything about it this year, it’s huge, fragrant, creamy lemony, and as solid as a tree.

‘Conca d’Or’, perovskia, and some ‘Karl Foerster’ feather reed grass doing just fine under the triage of ‘just in time’ watering.

Now faced with a garden of mostly trash, more garden visits sounds like a good idea, right? I think so, but little did I know how dangerous they can be. Some friends and I traveled up into the far reaches of Northeastern Pennsylvania this weekend to visit a daylily farm and it was a bad thing…

A perfect, Idyllic, country view of the daylily sales-field at Lambertson’s Daylilies. Mark it with a flag, pay, they’ll dig it and it’s yours… what a deadly temptation!

I’m not above taking one for the team, so when a visit to Lambertson’s Daylilys came up in conversation, I of course politely agreed. “You hate daylilies” was mentioned, and that’s kind of extreme, but I can be nice and keep my thoughts to myself when opinions vary… and try not to relentlessly steamroll people with my beliefs and opinions just like all adults should… but I’m digressing… we met for breakfast and all of us headed out for a day at the farm.

Some of the display beds coming into bloom around the house. No trash here!

I bought one. It’s planted and gets checked way too much each morning. Today I cross-pollinated a few flowers and I’m already thinking about going back to see about picking another one… or possibly two… dammit…

The mother in law’s garden bed and it also looks very non-trash. I guess I’ll have to swipe a bit of this one and add it to my new daylily adventure.

When I returned home (filled with delicious ice cream because of course we had enough sense to stop at a dairy while in farm country) I put a critical eye towards the depressingly stunted tropical garden. A daylily would look good in there.

Even with watering there’s little hope for this year’s tropical garden. I’m far too lazy and cheap to water properly and the cannas are knee-high rather than chest height.

Seriously. It’s the perfect spot for a daylily patch… bed… border… growing field 😉 The peak bloom will match pool season, and that’s when this sidewalk gets nearly all its traffic.

My selection out of the farm’s seedling patch. At Lambertson’s the seedlings grow for a number of years, the under performers are culled out and most of the good ones are just sold as un-named seedlings.

Tree lilies, daylilies… I’m sensing a theme for easing the pain of a better-for-the-pool-than-the-garden summer. Waterlilies fit right into that.

The pond is thick with debris and whatever else washes in off the construction site, but the pink water lily has never grown as lush before. The tadpoles are also doing well, and I guess a dirty pond is still better than no pond.

So it’s not all bad, unless you judge me for finally falling into the daylily trap. I was doing so good… in 20 years I think I never went over a total of five daylily plants, and no one needs to know about the other 30 years of my life and the rows of daylilies that still grow at my parent’s house. I had put that behind me.

Not daylilies, just a couple hundred bricks which I chipped the mortar off and neatly stacked so that they can sit here for decades until I finally get around to doing something with them. In the meantime I’ve camouflaged them with potted plants which I couldn’t be bothered to bring up onto the deck.

It’s just one daylily. Maybe it’s just the dry weather and heat that are getting to me. Luckily plants other than lilies are still chugging along and even enjoying the weather. All those geranium (pelargonium) cuttings from the winter garden are loving the dry, sunny days, and were a nice, cheap way to fill a bunch of planters.

Maybe a few too many geraniums on the deck.

Another potted plant which has surprised me are the rhodohypoxis bulbs. They’ve been blooming for over a month and I didn’t expect that at all. In fact they’ve grown so well I might need to divide them soon, and don’t know if now or next spring would be the better time.

Some of the rhodohypoxis pots still doing well. The large-flowered, pale pink ‘Pintado’ is by far my favorite.

Maybe I mentioned one other bulb which wasn’t doing as well as the rhodohypoxis (actually both are classified as corms, and not really bulbs). Last winter I lost about half of the caladiums I was so excited about last year summer, but that doesn’t mean the ones which made it are pitiful. A couple are awesome again, and since many are of the same sort I’ll be referring to them as some of the idiot-proof cultivars and think twice about trying new ones this year. -which is something I decided last night after closing an online order which was soooo tempting until I thought about the daylilies again-

A few caladiums coming back to life now that temperatures have warmed. I think a cold, wet spell last fall did a few of the others in, as well as not hot enough weather in June.

So that’s what’s been going on here for the last couple weeks. It’s not bad at all but the garden really is trash, and only close editing and avoiding the majority of the yard has saved this post from becoming a complete downer. There’s a new daylily though, and the pool is always refreshing, but don’t bother asking how the construction is going, and just for reference it’s midnight and the possibility for a good rain is dwindling with each hour.

All the best for those in really hot and dry weather patterns, and I hope you still all have a great week. There’s always ice cream.

A(nother) Rain Day

Sep2

Hurricane Ida is working her way through this end of Pennsylvania today. Some parts of the country need the rain, but we sure don’t since just last week three and a half inches came by here, and another inch and a half the week before that. These tropical storm systems just keep pouring out the love this year and I’m really starting to get tired of the endless gray skies.

But I won’t complain about too much rain. Drought sucks and rain I can deal with, so as long as it doesn’t start raising the river and flooding out my neighbors…

A wet corner of the deck. I think it’s only been dry enough for bench cushions for two weekends, and as a result the ‘Margarita’ sweet potato vines have moved in. Also taking advantage of the endless rain is this pink lantana. I need an overwintering plan for this one, I like it.

With all the rain I’ve been stuck pacing back and forth, looking out the same back windows every ten or fifteen minutes. Sadly that’s the waterlogged view I’ll be sharing today.

I love the bright pink of ‘Alice Dupont’ (Mandevilla), and she doesn’t seem too upset about the rain, just a little windblown. The red geraniums and blue and purple angelonia on the other hand…

The deck plantings looked better in July when the calibrachoas were overflowing with flowers and the geraniums were fresh, but even after a September soak they’re still nice enough. I guess this came to mind since a certain someone who lives next door told me she was planning on ripping out and tossing all her plantings next week since it would be after Labor Day and they looked ‘tired’. I can’t even imagine looking out the window here all September and October and seeing bare earth and barren pots… what a crazy thought…

Some more compact lantanas which I’d also like to overwinter plus a new favorite, ‘Tattoo Blueberry’ annual vinca (Catharanthus). By the way the dead looking plant in the center is carex ‘Red Rooster’, and it’s probably not really dead but I’m never 100% sure.

My deck shall remain filled with pots and hopefully plants well into October and November, regardless of endless rain and even a few ‘tired’ looking plants. Sunshine is actually in the forecast so that’s better, and even though I didn’t mind walking through the garden today (several times) with an umbrella to admire caladiums, I know it will be much more fun and also warmer if my feet are dry while I do it.

Hope you’re gearing up for a nice holiday weekend (Labor Day here in the US) and are enjoying or anticipating weeks and weeks more of beautiful weather. I also hope your container plantings will carry you through those weeks, and I’d love to hear what kind of plants are thrilling you this year. I sometimes like to try new plants… in a very cautious and restrained way of course.. and a few new suggestions couldn’t possibly hurt 😉

A Morning Stroll

Aug11

We had a decent morning last weekend and I was sore enough from digging a new bed and moving sand (don’t ask, I know I have plenty of beds) that I didn’t feel like doing anything more strenuous than taking a few pictures. Actually I did attempt to figure out a few camera settings, but it was a complete disaster so back to ‘automatic’ it went, and gosh what a relief to again embrace the idiot settings.

Agastache ‘Tutti Frutti’ is probably what this lilac-purple agastache is, but I never expect them to live long enough to really be concerned about the name. I love that it has a nice height to it.

So other than an ego-crushing moment with the camera and a secret garden project that I’m still a little embarrassed to talk about, there’s really not much for me to ramble on about. Better to just ramble through the garden on a beautiful morning and share only the nicer parts 😉

Because of someone’s yellow foliage addiction, there’s way too much limey-yellow in the front border. Rather than stress over the addiction I’m just going to wait until rock-bottom hits and then see where the shovel is.

Of course a year without showing agapanthus ‘Blue Yonder’ is a lot to ask, so here it is. Next year I will have to learn about transplanting agapanthus since the encroaching spruce is much less mobile. Maybe I’ll even learn about dividing an agapanthus…

For some reason I had little interest in planting up the tropical garden this spring, so grass, yellow pokeweed, and self-sown sunflowers have been allowed to erupt into an eight foot mountain of lushness. I’m fine with that. I think the whole bed will be going to perennials over the next few years, but you never know.

A perennial sunflower? Yes, I think it’s Helianthus decapetalus ‘Capenoch Star’ which has been moping along here for the past ten years. Why it decided to look great this year is unknown, but it’s really taken its time!

Biscuit the yorkie accompanies me on all morning walks. The rabbits don’t seem 100% panicked, but they do run off at a somewhat concerned pace when this little beast comes barreling across the yard.

Biscuit has absolutely no interest in our pond frog but the frog seems even less concerned than the rabbits.

From the lawn you can see the deck plantings have filled in. I notice quite some yellow foliage again, but the pink mandevilla vine is what really stands out.

Towards the back of the yard the potager is looking neat, and from a distance the chaos inside isn’t as obvious.

One major disappointment in the potager this year are the ‘Bishop’s Children’ dahlias which were started from seed this March. I would demand a paternity test, because unless there’s a dumpy housemaid involved, these dahlias should be taller, single, darker foliaged and hotter colors than they are. I’ve been wanting to grow these for years… I finally ordered the seed…

Some of the potager is respectably planted with vegetables. There are beans weakly climbing their poles, borer infested squash, bolting parsley, and undernourished tomatoes, all providing a good cover for a gardener trying to appear serious about tending the earth for the nourishment of his family.

One success has been the cabbage harvest. The harvested stumps of last year’s plants re-sprouted this spring and out of curiosity I let them grow. The sprouts were thinned to a single plant and to my surprise all of them are making perfect cabbages. Here the center cabbage has already been harvested and the new plan is to thin the latest sprouts and hope for a third harvest.

Castor beans are quite toxic and not good potager plants, but here’s ‘Carmencita’ flowering and looking awesome anyway.

Behind the potager is quite possibly my favorite spot in the yard, the meadow garden. This year Queen Anne’s Lace (Daucus carota) is defying my no QAL policy and making a nice forest of white lace above the golden rudbeckia and birds foot trefoil. I think I will pull them soon. That’s a lot of seed.

I don’t know why I’m bothering you with a view of the berm other than it’s weed whacked… except for some weedy asters which I like… and now sports an odd ledge which I felt the need to carve into the berm. fyi it’s just the right width for a boy and his dog as they walk the perimeter of the estate.

The first magic lilies (Lycoris squamigera) are opening. They are a funny group of plants and I’m really getting a good chuckle over how I thought they would grow well here and now they’re not. Hahaha, good one. I could fill another whole blog post with all the pictures of the other ones which aren’t flowering this year, including the new ones which I had faint hopes for flowers, but nah…

Maybe the Lycoris were talking to the cardinal flowers (Lobelia cardinalis) and realized they’d have quite some trouble competing with this show. They’re awesome this year 🙂 **hint** just put in a new path and they’ll sprout throughout the joints, rather than bother growing in the amended soil where they’re planted…

And that brings us around to the far side of the house, leading to the front again. For those remotely interested, this side of the house is where the new bed is located, and the new bed has something to do with not having enough room for caladiums, even though that side of the house is really too sunny for caladiums. Don’t bother trying to make sense out of it, it just doesn’t, but I’m quite happy and don’t even care if I’ve gone too far again.

Hope you’re having a great week and staying safe from whatever plagues your neighborhood this week. Covid variants… smoke… wildfire… heat… upcoming hurricane seasons… it’s all so 2020 and I for one have just about had enough of it!

Back in Business

Aug5

It’s been almost two weeks since we came back from vacation and you’re about to hear something you don’t often hear on this blog. I was busy. Seriously. For about five days straight I put in a good four or five hours of work in, either here or in my Mother in Law’s yard. Back in the good old days work could have gone on from dawn to dusk, but today it’s a different story and that’s about as long as I want to work. Still it makes a huge difference.

The front border has loved all the rain. It would have been the ideal year to pull all the fennel and plant a mass of zinnias and cannas (as the plan was) but… there’s always something else.

Before you’re too impressed by this flurry of motivation I think it’s important to come clean on one of my fairly well-guarded secrets. Not really a secret I guess, but there’s a reason I can spend a bunch of hours in the garden, day after day, and still manage to get up and get going the next morning. I’m a high school science teacher, and with a summer vacation from the middle of June until late August I can still be fairly lazy even with a couple hours of breaking a sweat in the garden 😉

From the other end of the front border… at just the right angle… things look amazing. The main flush of summer color is beginning!

So now I hope the confession of my profession has not darkened your opinion of this blog or this gardener. It’s always a mix of reactions ranging from ‘you’ve got the life’ to ‘God bless you’ so I never know where people’s opinions lie until the truth is out. All I’m really sure of is that most of my powering away in the garden is probably a response to the hours I spend each morning working on a horrible class which I need to finish this summer. It’s really not that bad but in addition to being naturally lazy, I am also a terrible student with a passionate hatred towards online learning, and after nearly a year and a half of online learning I think my cup runneth over.

Gratuitous photo of a cardoon (Cynara cardunculus) flower. I love them, they’re stiff and spiny and of course stupid me needs to touch them nearly every day to get a painful reminder.

Enough whining, here’s an update on a slightly more in control potager, although slightly more in control is completely false. It’s weeded. There are a few vegetables, but most of the left side is a thicket of eight to nine foot tall persicaria and sunflowers. I have to duck and crawl to get through the paths but secretly I think it’s kind of awesome. The only down side is that the majority of the sunflowers are pollen free and as a result there has not been a good seed set. As I sit hidden in my potager thicket I can hear the goldfinches chattering their complaints as they pick and pick looking for some seed that has actually plumped up and been pollinated. Fortunately in the past few days I’ve noticed a few plants with pollen have opened their first blooms and that should be enough for the bees to spread around and get things going.

As usual the potager has become overrun with flowers, and the vegetables have become scarce. If anyone asks I just tell them the endless rain rotted things and if I’m lucky they accept that and pick up a few beans from the farmstand 🙂

A big part of the potager purge was removing old bloomed-out larkspur and poppy stalks, and all the other volunteers which were nice enough until they weren’t. Fortunately there’s always something else, and although the new phlox bed has become a complete failure, the old phlox bed is filled with the usual stars.

Phlox paniculata, Hydrangea ‘Limelight’ and some silly chrysanthemums who think August is an ok month to flower. Here the plan was remove phlox, plant hydrangeas… but as you can see I never got around to moving the phlox. Oh well.

I’m never sure just how much of my babbling is memorable, but just in case you missed me repeating myself the first twenty times, tall garden phlox (Phlox paniculata) are a favorite of mine.

A nice bright phlox seedling which I’ve already set aside because I like the color. Honestly, I don’t think I could rule out the possibility that some time in the future a whole section of the yard gets dug up just to plant phlox.

Although I do love phlox they don’t always feel the same way towards me. Last week I mentioned that the entire bed which I cleared out and devoted to a few favorites is today just a swirling vat of mildew and spider mites and whatever else likes to kill phlox. Some of the plants are literally about to die and it’s kind of embarrassing that a native Northeastern American wildflower can’t be bothered to grow here. Figures, since just yesterday I saw a beautiful clump of pale pink phlox growing inches away from a busy road and in the yard of a house which could have passed as abandoned but probably wasn’t. Maybe my phlox patch needs some road salt and the occasional roadkill thrown on… that’s an idea I guess.

Another phlox seedling similar to ‘Laura’ but another foot or two taller, and that’s ‘Blushing Shortwood’ behind and to the left. Blushing Shortwood is an excellent phlox btw 🙂

This week’s cooler temperatures has really brought out the color on the phlox, if you only consider the ones which haven’t decided to die yet. There’s a nice pink flush on some of the whites, the white center stars are bright and not faded away, and the stronger colors aren’t washed out by the heat. There’s also a good spicy fragrance to many of them.

One of my favorite phlox seedlings. I need a big patch of this one.

Now I’m really thinking about turning more lawn under to make room for a big phlox patch. I think I’d like that. A lot. Hmmmm. Unless they all decide they should die on me, but in that case I’d just plant daffodils between them. Rumor has it I already ordered more daffodils than I should have, so I’ll need the room anyway since my daffodil purchases were based on an assumption I would dig up and give away some of the too-many I already have. My bad.

Caladium update. I finished potting them up. I’m still obsessed.

I need to check myself. There are two new raspberry plants sitting out on the driveway, fresh off the clearance rack and waiting to start a raspberry patch goodness know where, but apparently in my garden even though I have no idea. All I know is I love raspberries just like I love phlox and caladiums and daffodils and hydrangeas and all the other stuff which always comes before there’s a plan. Maybe plans are overrated, and that’s just what I’m telling myself… mostly as an excuse since I also have a vague suspicion there are new snowdrops waiting to be planted. It’s been months since snowdrops have been mentioned here but sadly that obsession is still burning bright and you only have another two or three months before someone starts bringing that up again on a weekly basis.

All in good time. Hope your week is going well 🙂

Catching Up On July

Jul31

Guess who fell off the wagon last month?

This guy.

This was the year I had planned to inundate the worldwide web with post after post of questionable garden content peppered with somewhat bland comments and marginal quality photos, a complete year of quantity over quality. It was a mass-media dream that had the potential to gain me at least five new subscribers and boost my stats by as much as a couple hundred views over 2020… and… anyway I’m not on track, and surprisingly it hasn’t made much of a difference in my life. Surprising. But I do want a record of this year’s gardening adventures (for better or worse), so let me get back on the ball and start with a flashback to last Wednesday’s (nearly a week and a half ago) return from seven days away at the beach.

It was steamy hot and wet while we were away, and the garden jumped ahead to a new level of lushness… even if it is a little wooly and lacks color.

A garden abandoned for a week isn’t a big deal, but there were also two smaller trips before that, and quite a bit of other crap earlier in the month (it was honestly not a good time), so things weren’t set up very well to begin with, but it happens, and now looking back I have to say I’ve been shockingly busy for a change and I’m looking forward to showing nicer photos in the next post… but we’re not there yet 😉

‘Silk Road’ was frozen back and missed 2020, but lo and behold she is filling this end of the garden with beauty and fragrance as if last year never happened. I think we would all like to do the same.

Since I suspect someone might be looking for ‘leaving the garden for a week or so in the summer’ advice, and wants a few tips for their own vacation away, now might be a good time to make this post useful with a list of what one should do before leaving.

The cardoon is flowering alongside some more fragrant lilies(‘Leslie Woodriff’ in this case). Just so you know, this picture does not do credit to the way the cardoon flowers glow. I hope I can get a better photo this week.

Here’s my guidance for prepping the garden before you go away:

Do everything you were supposed to do in April, May, and June but you just never got to.
Pick every last flower bud off the zucchini a few hours before you leave.

I noticed a bit of algae before leaving, but it exploded while we were gone and is now even pushing the duckweed out and away. It sure did clear up the water though! Regardless I’m raking it out even if it is kind of interesting. It’s some kind of filamentous algae although less fancy people will call it pond scum.

I’ll admit I only did #2 on that list, but still there were a few other highlights besides returning to pond scum.

The phlox which were moved to one of the shadier raised beds are not happy. Mildew, floppiness, and I had really hoped for better in the “improved” site. Fortunately the ones left in the old beds look healthier.

The mildew, weeds, and neglected plants didn’t happen in just a week (although it’s nice to have a vacation to blame), fortunately these are the before pictures and I’ve been busy since. Much has been attended to… although all I did was ignore the mildew and hope for some miraculous rebirth of healthy foliage. Sometimes it’s a good idea to just look forward to next year.

The phlox are actually doing nicely in here, I just need to uncover them. Seriously. It’s really not as bad as it looks.

Phlox and a few other things did not like the heat and endless thunderstorms, but a few things loved it. The tropical plants are soaking it up and exploding into leafy lushness!

This ‘Carmencita’ castor bean plant was just a little thing before we left, now it looms over just about everything.

And my first agapanthus seedling has flowered 🙂

I was shocked to see this three year old agapanthus seedling put up a flower but here it is! Now hopefully it clumps up and blooms freely every summer. It spent last winter in the front bed unprotected, and fingers crossed it will continue to be completely hardy.

And I have a flower on my new Crinum!

Crinum x herbertii, the ‘Milk and Wine’ lily could be this year’s most expensive annual (almost as much as a new snowdrop!)… or possibly an exciting new perennial that only needs a little winter protection? We will find out.

Since this post has been all over anyway, I’d just like to finish with the latest caladium photo so everyone knows they’re still all alive and well.

One by one I’m getting to see all the surprises my 5 pounds of mixed caladium tubers contains. This isn’t my first year growing caladiums, but for some reason I’m obsessed with them this year.

And that’s the after and before post all in one. I’ll say it again, I’ve been busy and how often do you ever hear that from me, so hopefully I can get a few decent pictures this weekend and share the results. Have a great weekend!

Enter Summer

Jun17

Well well well. The lull is over and with official summer starting in four more days I’m completely ready for days to last forever and I’m completely ok to never put on a real pair of pants again. Sorry, please forget that visual. I’m thinking shorts and bathing suits and whatever else kind of clothing you would wear to the park, not the gray polyester blend pants you’d wear to meet your lawyer. Lawyers should only be dealt with in the winter in my opinion.

The front border is full of early summer color and a remarkably well-tended assortment of plants.

Following a bump in the road it looks like garden work is back on track around here. Planting weather continues and I almost feel guilty about putting it to good use when so much of the country sits under stifling heat and relentless drought. But trust me, if not doing work would mean relief for the hot and dry, you know I would do my part.

I kind of missed the flowery peak of the roses, but there’s still plenty of color. Also nice is how much those little spruce and juniper twigs have grown. It seems just yesterday I had a four inch pot in hand looking at the spot where today a six foot white spruce (Picea glauca ‘Pendula’) stands.

Roses are still obsession du jour, and the greatest tragedy this summer will surely be that I was not able to get up to Ithaca’s ‘Der Rosenmeister‘ to see hundreds of roses in full bloom, filling beds and covering arbors and wafting their various fragrances across the garden as I secretly inventory all the ones I’d like to cram into my own little yard. I guess there’s next year, but in a strange turn of events I’ve turned into a very not-patient person, and I want it all now. I can still be understanding and wait for things like small children, tree seedlings, and dogs, but the cup of you-go-firstedness has run dry and my filter is breaking down as I age. I guess you can start calling me Karen.

Here’s ‘Westerland’ again. Today it’s my favorite rose.

I’m Karen with a spade, and many of the less inspiring plants in my life are paying the ultimate price. “oh it’s a good doer’ might save it in your garden but here it’s good night and good bye unless I love it or unless it saves me from even more work. I’m thinking groundcovers with that last one, ajuga may not be inspiring but it does fill in between the giant reed grass’s stalks and saves me from crawling through there looking for prickly poppy seedlings.

The giant reed grass (Arundo donax variegata) is on the love list, but the clump looks deceptively small in this photo. I may trade in the spade for an axe on this one, the inch thick roots are not something I’m looking forward to, but the clump needs reducing.

Weeds and plantings I’ve tired of might sound bad, but overall I love the garden right now. A thick wall of weeds won’t win a magazine cover, but honestly I’ve been looking at them (every day of course) and all it takes is one plant doing well in there for me to think ‘wow, that’s #@&^ing awesome’.

A weed I love, common milkweed (Asclepias syriaca), looking and smelling great this week. Three tips: be prepared for it to spread, chop it down to two feet after bloom, and just yank up all the suckers without worrying about the roots below (you don’t even want to know).

So as usual I’m babbling about nonsense when I should be finishing this up and ferrying kids to a dental appointment. More pictures, less blah.

More strawberry foxglove (Digitalis x mertonensis) appearing out of the mess. These don’t mind the droughts and spider mite attacks which do in the common foxgloves.

More of the foundation plantings. As you can see the blue fescue border has not been divided and replanted, and still has way too much thatch built up, but…

The former rock garden, now the colchicum bed. I’ve resorted to roundup once or twice a year to keep the stone border clean and it’s actually working out very well.

Did I mention I needed more roses? I do, and it might be time for more clematis as well. Finally I have a few spots for them to climb up and show off rather than making them crawl around in the dirt… which is not the kind of treatment they deserve.

Clematis ‘Ruutel’ doesn’t get much taller than this, which normally wouldn’t thrill me, but the dark red color is still a win.

A friend of mine grows more clematis than she should and that’s probably why she’s such a good friend, so I’m sure if I mentioned cuttings… hmmmm. That would sure help cool off the credit card from plant purchases.

Clematis ‘Ville de Lyon’ does get taller, and I always like flowers at eye level or above.

So the rest is just a mix of unconnected things which are interesting this week. We could call it a four on Wednesday but of course that’s got zero ring to it 🙂

Even in an overexposed photo Calycanthus ‘Aphrodite’ looks pretty good. I never expected it to become so showy.

Aralia ‘Sun King’ is still doing well in a cramped, too dry, unfertile, location. Nine out of ten garden designers despise how I left the rose campion nearby.

Further into the shade the martagon lilies are blooming. ‘Sunny Morning’ had a string of bad years with late frosts and swampy soil but then for some reason decided to send up three flower stalks and look amazing. I don’t get it. She’s been dormant by July for at least the last two years so I suspect this is a swan’s song kind of show.

The meadow is developing behind the neighbor’s house. Oddly it’s one of my favorite spots and has gone from pure turf to a mass of bird’s foot trefoil, other clovers, and a few daisies.

So I have to stay focused. I want to go on and on about the butterfly weed and rose campion that needs to be seeded into the meadow, and the merits of adding native penstemons but in a purple foliaged form… but the spring stuff still needs to get planted, beans need to go into the ground, and daffodils dug and a million other things and there will be time to babble on about uncut meadows in August.

Hope you’re enjoying all the too-much as much as I am. Have a great week!

Around and About

Aug16

August always goes too fast and this exceptional year is no exception. I blame the puppy. Hours are spent entertaining and attending to little Biscuit’s whims, and even though I’m sure everyone in the household can hear his 4:30am whimpering, it is only the gardener who fumbles for his glasses and stumbles to the door to let him out. We enjoy the sunrise together but the conversation is entirely one sided and repetitive. “Go potty, go potty…. go potty”. Eventually the gardener gives up and heads inside for his coffee, and it’s usually then that the message clicks, and the paper towels and wet vac come out.

Stubborn little Biscuit the Yorkie

Hydrangeas are much more reliable. Even in a sleep-starved state the gardener recognizes how foolproof Hydrangea paniculata ‘Limelight’ is, and as long as it gets some water, a springtime trim, and full sun, the show is always on for August.

Limelight hydrangea along the street. The rain from hurricane Isaias has everything looking much fresher.

Weeds are a problem when the mulch is thin but you never know what else will pop up on the bare earth. I have no idea what a hydrangea seed looks like, but apparently they happen, and if you ignore weeding long enough they can grow up and turn into something nice. They’re entirely in the wrong spot which is not as nice, but I’m sure the gardener will be right on that and have it moved within the next decade or two.

With so much green this seedling has to be a child of Limelight. Three years is all it took, and trust me, even with the neat mulch and greening crabgrass this part of the border is not typically well cared for and these still succeeded!

Hydrangea paniculata and Hydrangea arborescens bloom every year here on the new wood which grows each summer. The colors are limited to whites and pinks but considering it’s been so long since I’ve seen a flower on the big mophead hydrangeas (H. macrophylla) I don’t even remember blues and purples and miss them about as much as I miss unicorns and rational government. Maybe reliable and the tried and true are boring, but there’s only so long you can listen to how great blue hydrangeas are before you realize it’s all just hot air.

I planted ‘Annabelle’ next door and love it all summer, even now in its all-green phase. My MIL prefers the mophead hydrangeas so that’s what is growing to the right. She claims its flowers are blue although I’ve never seen the proof.

Speaking of next door, for some reason the redone potager construction has gained me the kind of street credit which the rest of the garden never did. Out of nowhere there have been landscaping questions and design ideas for next door, all of which will hopefully include pulling out one of the green mounds of hydrangea and not that much extra work for me…. hahahahahaha, that was fun to write but I know it won’t be the case. The conversations also include filling in the pool and “putting one in your own yard because it’s just too much upkeep for me”. We will see.

The potager is still relatively restrained for August. Vegetables are still visible and a few unwatered pots of succulents hopefully class it up a little… even if all I did was take two pots off the deck and drop them right into the blue planters.

I hope it’s understood that a pool will never go where the potager beds stand. The vegetables and flowers may not be as refreshing as the deep end of a pool but they’re still inspiring in other ways and probably less work. If we actually ate more vegetables that would probably help, but even if all the tomatoes become pizza and all the zucchini gets deep fried that’s a start I guess.

So far so good for the sand paths. I probably rake them more than I need to, and I’m sure next year they’ll make awesome seed beds for weeds, but today they look great, and I’ll just take today.

Since the potager is under decent control I figured it was still hot enough to clear up the mess I refer to as the compost pile. Moving mulch in the heat is fun, but moving compost adds all kinds of spiders, worms, and centipedes into the mix so in some ways it’s even better. My new policy on all things gardening is to do less, so for the compost pile this means putting less on via hiding pulled weeds and trimmings under plants, throwing anything you can onto the lawn and (eventually) mowing it up, and also using one of the raised beds in the potager as a dump for all the local trimmings and waste. Eventually the plan for the raised bed is to coat the debris with some soil from another bed and just plant on top of that. If you want to be fancy I think it’s called sheet composting or hugelkultur, but I’ll just call it a saved trip from across the yard and to the official compost.

A much tidier compost area. I won’t dare show the before photo but just consider that I found a bench, several pots, and a few sections of fence under the mess so it was definitely past time for a cleanup.

I don’t know if you noticed, but outside the compost area is a new planting of nekkid ladies, aka surprise lilies, aka Lycoris squamigeria. They were previously in the potager and after 10 years I would guess I’ve seen all of three flowers come up, so I think they like the new spot. All this in spite of the March transplanting after their foliage had already started to come up. Usually they hate transplanting and out of principle don’t even come up the next year, but six stalks in the one group and two more in another and I’m thrilled. I think they also like the deeper soil and summer shade here as well.

Lycoris squamigera looking perfectly fresh in the middle of August.

I’m hoping the other Lycoris I planted last year do nearly as good as these. They were from an excellent source, perfectly packed, and looked freshly dug but still wouldn’t humor me with a single bloom last summer. At least they sprouted this spring to prove they’re not dead, but I wouldn’t mind a few flowers on top of that… especially since other gardeners are already showing off their plantings in full amazing bloom.

The orange surprise lily, Lycoris sanginea.

So besides finding surprise lilies in the compost area I also found some surprise pots, all nicely filled with potting soil and ready to be planted. The next step was obvious… well maybe not so obvious. In spite of the magic going on I’d had enough of the bugs and heat and humidity, so it was into the relatively cooler winter garden and its dozens of neglected cyclamen and snowdrop pots. I repotted.

The cyclamen have multiplied and are ready for fall while a few cuttings were stuck into a few pots. Look closely and you’ll see my dead New Zealand sedge. Honestly I still can’t be sure if it’s dead or not so I’m not sure how that qualifies as ornamental… but you know…

Adding pots to a garden which already has plenty of pots sounds a lot like just adding work, but it’s really not. In a bit of foresight two years ago I bought enough fittings for a second drip irrigation setup. Last year I found an irrigation timer on clearance. Last week I put it all together and opened up the whole side of the house for shade containers. Hmmmmmm 🙂

The dripline came just in time for Brugmansia ‘Miner’s Claim’. The dead stick from last year has finally put on enough growth to need regular watering in order to continue looking uber awesome. I don’t even care if I ever see another lame pink flower on this thing… although I won’t complain.

Shade containers will be a new thing and I’m sure I’ll be complaining about them by the fall. I’m going to start nosing around for free brugmansia cuttings immediately either by gift or stealth, so let this be your fair warning when I invite myself over for a garden tour. Under the cover of social distancing I’ll try to behave myself but I make no guarantees, only after the fact confessions.

Oh look. There’s already a potted camellia ‘Ashton’s Supreme’ ready to move into the new container garden. I think these are flower buds forming for the autumn so of course I’m super excited it’s forming flowers under my care rather than dying.

Besides being a poor garden guest I’m also starting to go on too long so let me wrap things up. Elephant ear from edge of Florida parking lot. A weed down there but here it barely survives each winter, even when I try to pamper the tiniest bits of life indoors under lights. Sometimes I’ve resorted to dumping out the remains and hoping the water and heat of summer bring some life back to the tiniest bit of living root, and so far it’s worked, but I dread the winter when I finally lose this treasure.

Someone is loving the heat and a steady IV drip of miracle grow and water this summer. I just potted up another offset for the new shade garden.

This potted elephant ear (I’m not sure of the exact species so lmk if you have an idea) looks deceptively tame in the photo, so let me assure you it’s pretty big.

I love the wrinkles and swirls of green in each leaf. At four feet long I still expect them to get a little bigger still before frost.

Oddly enough I didn’t even plant the tubers of the regular elephant ears because… well because I’m fickle. These are bigger and less floppy, so I guess that’s the reason.

The sun containers. Watered via timer every 12 hours and all I have to do is sit with a coffee in the morning, and an adult bev in the evening. I hate watering so this is the only thing which keeps them going.

Don’t let an empty compost bin and a few repotted plants give you the impression I’m just a flurry of activity and hard labor. I’m not. It’s been two weeks since my last post and there’s only so long you can cruise on the high of a mulch job completed, so this is probably the least I could do. Oh, I also mowed the lawn. Go me. At least there’s been no pressure to do nonsense like painting or new closet shelves. The dog has been a handy distraction for things like that since I wouldn’t want to wake the little beast with hammering and stuff.

Hope you have a great week.

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