Some days beg to be enjoyed outside, like the strangely cool late July day we’ve been having here in the Midwest. Days like this one seem choreographed to bring a smile to my face. The woodpecker landed at the suet feeder just as I step outside. Six butternut squash were waiting to be picked in the garden, and my sunflowers are getting close to flowering.
I know flowers are part of the life cycle of the plants, just external reproductive systems, but it seems like such a gift to be able to enjoy their ephemeral beauty. Even things like green beans and eggplant get the cutest little flowers on them. Continue reading Garden Wonderland/Disaster
I’m a fairly new gardener, and until this year I’ve focused primarily on the edibles. If I can slice it, roast it, can it, or cover it with tomato sauce, I’m probably attempting to grow it. I’ve always been slightly put off by the idea of tending to flowers, however.
My husband and I bought our house two years ago with all intentions of beautifying the place. The woman who had lived in it before was elderly, and the landscaping had slumped a bit in the past few years. Luckily, time provided excuses to keep me from making the attempt. The first growing season was past by the time we moved in, and the second growing season our attentions were on a newborn. I barely managed to weed my vegetable garden, let alone think of uttering the word “mulch”. This year, though, I swore I would make in-roads. I’ve been battling the long-time resident weeds and laying down landscaper’s plastic like it was going out of style (which indeed it may be.) I also had the chance to plant my first flowers from seed. Continue reading Snapdragons