I just happened to look out during these acrobatics this morning.
“How does this thing work again?”
“Maybe this way.”
“Maybe a direct approach.”
“Let’s try this.”
“One more try.”
“Come on!”
And she fell off, but landed safely.
She settled for the back feeder.
I cherish and protect my Saturday mornings in the garden. The work week may be hectic and even stressful, but come Saturday morning, it’s garden time. I may go to the farmer’s market, and/or go for a walk, but I need Saturday mornings as down time. And today is Saturday!
I have come to like a tidy look. It’s not everyone’s preference, but for a modestly sized garden like ours I can keep up with trimming daylily stems and hosta scapes. This morning there was a bunch of that. And then there’s the inevitable weeds and tree sprouts. “Pampering the Garden” is a lot of fun, but the best part is when it’s done. There’s nothing like sitting in a peaceful garden.
Soon I also need to decide whether to harvest the hosta seeds from the Aureomarginatas.
I’m leaning toward no, and just trimming them. Despite losing 5 hostas this spring, I don’t have much space to spare. It was a bit crowded in the back and side gardens last year.
We’ll see. Maybe give it another week to decide. I’m definitely trimming the other hostas as soon as they are done blooming 🙂
Do any of you have experience with harvesting and growing hosta seeds? How did they turn out?
Over the past few years I have become convinced that 15 minutes per day is a simple way to develop a good habit. I am currently working on 15 minutes per day to do mail/filing/shredding and to see, yet again, if we can keep the kitchen counters relatively clutter-free. Setting the timer on the kitchen stove really works for me, and then just going about it.
The other day I had an opposite experience, and it made me smile. I set the oven to preheat to get ready to bake cookies, and then went outside to enjoy the garden. The buzzer went off and I was not delighted. I wanted to stay put. Nevertheless, I got up and put the cookies in the oven (a little treat-yum!). Once again when I was back in the garden and the timer went off, even though I like cookies, I was not happy to hear that sound.
I guess garden trumps cookies trumps paperwork and cleaning up the kitchen counters. Hmmmm 😁
Our ‘Marque Moon’ daylilies had three sets of what I call “twins” the other day, four sets yesterday, and more again today. It’s by no means a technical term, but when there are two blooms on the same day on the same scape, I call them “twins”. Just a little extra fun.
I bought the ‘Marque Moon’ fans on clearance (online) through Wayside, I think about five years ago. I didn’t expect much. I just put them in the ground and waited to see what would happen. I was not disappointed! They just get better each year!
Today the last ‘Hush Little Baby’ bud bloomed, and the last ‘Purple D’ Oro’ daylily on one of the 3 plants bloomed today as well.
It happens every year. I’m not surprised. But once again, I’m not quite ready. The daylilies are winding down. I already miss their profusion of color, even on the same bloom.
This time of year, especially, I have to remind myself to stay in the moment. The lilies are still blooming. They are not done yet. Then there will be the gorgeous ‘Rainforest Sunrise’ hosta scapes, and the sedum’s slow progression of color, and if we’re lucky and get a long fall, the hosta leaves will even put on a color show. But for today, lilies. Gorgeous lilies.
With the exception of our first dog, all of our dogs have been rescue dogs. They were, and Sandy still is, wonderful. But if I had to choose one and only one dog to be able to clone, I think it would be Darby. We found Darby online. He was classified as a female by accident, which was in our search criteria. Darby was definitely meant to be ours.
Darby and I clicked from second one. He was impish and just a tad stubborn and was absolutely adorable. He was an Irish terrier, mixed with, we think, a border terrier, and ohhhh, was he a terrier. He had definite opinions on how things should be, and bees were not part of that plan. It was worth it to Darby to get stung, even in the mouth, to kill a bee. Yah.
One day we were headed out the door on a walk, his absolute favorite thing to do, even above eating. He was pretty excited. We opened the screen door and Wowee! Bees on the sedum! Jump! Chomp! Four tall sprigs were sacrificed. Mommy was not pleased. A shout of “Darby!!!” could be heard around the neighborhood.
At this point, a little extra explanation is in order. This was not an ordinary sedum. It was a sedum my Dad had given me. It, along with another, was planted around the same few days as my hosta “experiment” (see “Dad’s Hostas” blog). It was, like the hostas, doing fabulously, getting huge. I was not pleased with Darby’s disregard for the sedum’s welfare.
If I recall, my huband moved us along and onto our walk. But when we got back, I did not toss the split and broken sprigs. I concocted another “experiment”. I trimmed them and put them in soil to see if they would root. Root they did! So I planted them in a line in front of the air conditioner – four of them. 5 and 6 years later they looked like this.
They did well. So much so that I was getting concerned that if they got much bigger, they would be too close to the air conditioning unit.
This spring I made a few big decisions regarding the gardens. Spirea were out, and sedum were getting more spotlight. (I did try to find a home for the spirea, with no takers, so I sent them to compost.) Two of “Darby’s” sedum replaced the two remaining spirea out front. It was my Mother’s Day gift from Robin and Missy to do the digging and replanting. Soooo awesome!!! Saved me hours! Now 2 of Darby’s hostas are out front, close to their Mama. (1 went to my sister and one stayed in place.)
Darby would give me a dirty look, I would suspect very similar to the one below. That would not suit him at all. But they make me smile 😃
Many years ago I found the most adorable little concrete bird bath at, of all places, Walmart. Yah, I spend way too much money there, but I digress. It was time for a new bird bath after our old one tipped over, got a split in the molded plastic, and was leaking more than could be reasonably fixed. I bought the little version because it was just so cute, and because my neighbor was delighted with hers.
All these years later, it still makes me smile, but … bird baths get gross. Like slimy green gross. So to fix that issue, one day my wandering mind came upon an idea. What if I could find a bowl that could fit in the bird bath, and be replaced, say every week? Well, at first I used those waxy paper bowls. They used to last about 5 days before disintegrating, and I didn’t feel environmentally unconscientious because they literally decomposed in as many days. That worked for quite a few years, and were even pretty, but the last batch I bought, even though the same brand, was much flimsier. So, sadly I have gone to styrofoam. They stay clean for about a week. I have noticed that with the cleaner water I am getting a lot more “sippers” than ever before.
Because we live in a townhome community, there is no growing vegetables in the ground. In the early years here, I purposefully bought humungous plant pots and planted large breed tomatoes and green peppers and jalepeno and habenero peppers. Nowadays I buy those at the farmer’s market and stick to our daylilies, hostas, asian lilies and sedum plan. Ocassionally, however, I “stumble” into something I may or may not give away.
Last year our CSA gave chives in one of our first weeks and we really enjoyed those. If you know chives, though, it’s probably a good thing it stayed in a plant pot! This year I found a new way for tomatoes. A co-worker’s daughter is in robotics (yeay, girls in STEM!) and they were doing a fundraiser. I bought a ‘Sweet and Neat’ pre-potted tomatoe plant. It came highly recommended, and wowser! it did not disappoint! On this little plant I have already had about 70 large cherry tomatoe sized fruits, and now in the past couple weeks it has grown more! Definitely a good choice this year.
My father (unknowingly at first) got me going on hostas. I was at their house, doing “garden stuff” and he decided that he wanted to remove the over-crowded orange daylilies from the side of the house. We dug them out, gave them to the neighbor (who made a wonderful experience planting them with their young daughter) and we were cleaning up when I saw a few tiny hosta bulbs. I admit, my huband had just declined free hosta plants, but I couldn’t resist. I thought I could just do an “experiment”. You know, just see if they grew in our garden. So I tossed them in one of the plant pots my Dad was giving me. And I brought them home. And I planted them. The next spring – Lo and behold! – hosta plants came up. 😍
My husband was skeptical. No, more accurately, he was a tad concerned. You see, at our house in which we raised our children, I was known to create a new garden area at will … sometimes against his wishes … while he was out with our children … buying my Mother’s Day gift. So he was rightly concerned. We now, by intention, had a very manageable (town)home and yard and garden. But the garden was growing.
The spring after we moved into our current home, I petitioned the association to be able to “improve the property” by putting in some bulbs. We got approval. I proceeded to do that abundantly. A few years went by, and I, with the agreement of my husband, petitioned the association to expand our garden. My petition was approved and we proceeded. (We used the contractor who was familiar with our sprinklers … so no problems there.) The next year, the lawn service was chewing up the trunk of our Linden when they weed whipped, and making ruts in the lawn around it with the mower. I, with the agreement of my husband, petitioned the association to expand the garden again, to go around the tree and farther out into the yard. We got an immediate approval, and during the work, the association president came over and said it looked very nice. And my husband said … “Now you are done expanding.” Why? Well, not all those gardens that I created at the house we raised our children in were well maintained. I loved them. I had every intention of keeping things under control. But we had children, and activities, and dogs, and jobs, and …. They got away from me.
So back to Dad’s hostas. They flourished, and I fell in love. Soon I was adding carefully to our garden, ones that had meaning, ones that were meant to be smaller (I have an entire “ring” of ‘Blue Mouse Ears’ – I love love love them!) I found out about the Hosta of the Year and bought some of those. (Oops! some are quite big!) My Dad met a Hosta Masta (Master) and bought me a couple from his annual sale. The next year we toured his garden and I was in awe! It was incredible!!! And he had very tastefully integrated daylilies in with his hostas. So … I started an “experiment” of my own … We already had a few daylilies up close to the house, but what if I added some throughout the garden. And that is where I still am still today. To keep things simple and under control, we have hostas and daylilies and asian lilies, and sedum (but that is a blog for another day).
That is the story of how Dad’s few little hosta bulbs greatly influenced the garden I have today.
My husband is now the association president (not kidding!). He will not approve any further expansions. So I give divisions to my friends and family and neighbors. It’s all good!
Last fall and winter we had a squirrel who was coming to eat who had a gorgeous tail. Obviously well fed and good genes. We assume he has expired because he has not been around for quite a while. But he has a protege 🙂 A beautiful (and well fed) one.
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