This isn’t gardening season in the south. It’s hot. And, the plants show it. And, because it’s so hot and sticky and thick with mosquitoes, it’s hard to get out and clean up dead leaves and weeds. But, this weekend, as I was stressing more and more about my mistakes, I realized that I needed to get out in the yard. And, with the rain we’ve gotten recently, it’s looking really good. So, I lathered up with bug repellant and spent a couple of shady, early morning hours in the garden, ending with a washtub full of dead things and trimmings and weeds and trash.
It was wonderfully relaxing.
And, I got to see this month’s blooms. I’m lucky enough to have something in bloom all year round…except a couple weeks in January.
Yellow shrimp plant, just getting started.
Plumbago and one last head of phlox.
A few last minute orange daylilies.
Esperanza, a hot summer bloomer all over town. I grew this one from seed and it’s very small still.
Boston fern in a shady spot. I stuck a root in a pot in the spring and this is what it has turned into.
Caladium don’t mind the heat, as long as they’re in the shade.
These ferns froze to the dirt last year and are back in full glory. I wasn’t sure they’d come back after being left outside in temps in the 20’s.
School has started and my nice kid is around her peers again. And, she hears what they say about their relationships with their parents. And, she believes them. So, she comes home and tries some of that with me. And, I can’t get her to understand that what those kids are saying is how they wish it was, not necessarily how it is. And, it’s never going to be that way with me. I’m in a tough spot where I need to counsel her on the amount of makeup she’s wearing. And, I need to temper that with recognition of the amount of homework she’s bringing home. And, which one is most important. And, if I bring up the one, will I hurt the other. It’s hard being a parent.
Farewell Joan Rivers.
Everybody have a great Friday. Lane