So...After the potpot shuttle, I ended up having an unused full pot in the middle of the old 'Mater Patch. I didn't want to move it. And...I had some errant strolling raspberry canes. So, I plugged two new shoots in there, added some gladiolus corms and a sprinkling of pansies and, voila, I've a centerpiece. We'll see how it works.
I just love these in you garden. You’ve done an amazing job. I liked Iris’s so much that I have my grandmother depression glass called Iris and Herringbone pattern. The crystal colored sets and not the carnival glass colored sets.
Well, I've been messing with iris since I was a new shaver. And, funnily, I think I just realized that I've been my own worst enemy.
Mind you, this year's crop of blooms is disappointing. A number of varieties are down in count and blacks, whites, and ordinary pinks made no show.
I just learned that for one's iris to bloom well, they need to have their rhizomes get lots of nice exposure to the sun. This is probably part and parcel of the ritual of pruning back their own foliage after they've finished blooming....which I shirked last summer.
Me? I've been encouraging interplanting of rudbeckia, which starts leafing in May and blooms in August and September, with the foliage shading the iris rhizomes.
I guess I need to work to keep them separate. Ranked, rather than interplanted.
A fortnight of relentless rains. Right at the first bloom of the roses.
Yesterday, our first day of any sun or warmth for some time, was so stultifyingly humid that I was driven back indoors after only twenty minutes in the garden. Dreadful.
I just finished deadheading about half of the first bloom, most of which had rotted on the stem with 'bud blast' induced by too much water. The beautiful bloom of the red 'Olympiad' looked like it had the pox...all the blooms had spotting.
Other plants, like the rhubarb, and almost all the weeds, are reveling in all the excess water. The roses, not so much.
In other news, my first daylily bloomed today. It's pastel orange; kinda the color of a mango lassi.
A dryish day. Well, it's not raining and the street and walk are dry, but the moisture lingers. It's a good day to weed.
Maybe this was what the double rainbow yesterday was promising....and, with one end on the next block, too.
The bloom on the cornus kousa is starting to take on a pink tinge to the points of the white bracts....the beginning of the fade of the bloom.
Cecile Brunner, my fairy rose, has produced its first few blooms and it is heavy with more to come.
The daylilies have started in earnest, with a light yellow opening not too far from the pastel orange. Once the bleeding hearts fade back, the spread of daylilies now hidden will be revealed....I didn't plan that, but I like that it turned out that way.
Raspberries to snack on. The slugs are beating me to the strawberries. (My back neighbor, who grows blueberries, has had to erect bird netting against the bluejays. Her netting went up last weekend.) The rhubarb is flourshing.
Yesterday was our warmest so far this year. Today started overcast, but cleared just as I decided to go out in to the garden (about noon), so I retreated back to the computer and an afternoon nap. This evening, the bliss was sitting on the balcony as the sun faded in the west breathing in the languid fragrance of the blooming jasmine. I disabled my smoke alarm in the library so I could throw the doors open and let the fragrance inside.
None of your piccies show for me .. not sure if it's just me.
No, it's me, too. So, I assume it is for everybody. I repost from FB using FB as a platform for my pix.
When somebody (Facebook, ProBoard, whoever the fuck else who might be involved) changes protocols between the various services, all the pix I uploaded here get wiped off. "Upgrades", y'know? It's just not worth it for me to bother posting pix here. So, screw it.
Mark Suckerberg refuses to moderate or remove anything that Honest Don says - claims it is in the public interest to allow his lies to be shared widely. What he really means is it creates more "engagement" and advertising revenue for Farcebook.
Well, I thought I had lost all the miniature hollyhock mallow I'd accumulated from the single gift my neighbor had given. But, lo, what do I find but a couple of far flung scions. Maybe they will proliferate from there....