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Saturday, May 27, 2023

A Bit of This and That in a May Garden

Things stay the same sometimes in my garden. The pathways are trimmed of all vegetation, including the strip along the sides of the pathways if it contains grass. Personally, I feel it’s difficult to garden in the south once the weather begins to warm up, and the abundance of blood sucking ticks takes all the pleasure out of becoming immersed in vegetation.

A sheet of toilet paper was used last week to catch an illusive one trying to flee further up my leg. Sounded like Velcro pulling apart when I loosened its legs from my skin, the little devil, and flushed it down the toilet. Yesterday was spent carefully cutting down batches of bottlebrush grass that someone else failed to trim while it was shorter.

Well, that someone else, while cleaning up the cuttings, brushed them against me when passing by. Brushing my hair out afterwards over the sink, a tick fell into the washbasin, causing my demeanor to sink along with that creature as it was dropped into that swirling vortex of toilet flushing blues.

I don’t dally much in the garden area now. Whatever we haven’t planted will be waiting until late fall or finding a new home in the trash can. It’s so tricky now with the heat and cool in the house. Days have been close to ninety degrees F., while the evenings still cool into the low sixties.

Okay, so much for the weather and its effects on my well-being. I did manage to find enough interesting things to photograph for a decent presentation, although the focus is a bit off on a few. Telephoto shots of a bird at the bird bath… almost in focus, but I deleted about a hundred photos of Grackles at the bird feeder that were nowhere in focus.

It’s a tad frustrating… okay, truthfully, it’s a screaming fit of screams frustrating that this new cellphone is getting the best of me.

Today started with a new door put in, then a new door ordered to replace the new door put in. It’s what happens when the sales representative flubs up the order. I suppose we’ll wait another two months for the second door to be made.

The afternoon was heavenly. A cool breeze and comfortable humidity – it won’t get any better than that, if you pooh-pooh the existence of ticks. We cut down the bottle brush grass along the pathway by the prairie garden, and braced the grass further in with plant supports to keep swaying in the breeze to a minimum.

As a child with a mom who loved the wildflowers in the desert of Nevada, we always accompanied her in the early spring after it rained to find the wildflowers that only grew a few inches tall with their amazing blooms that would fade away too quickly when the drought period came. My love of wildflowers has never ceased since then.

Clasping Venus’s Looking Glass wildflower (Triodanis perfoliate) is an annual that would appear in springtime in my garden when the landscape was mostly in sun. It is capable of growing three feet tall, but in our clay soil all it could muster up was about a foot in height. As shade took over the garden, it disappeared.

After years of looking, I found a nursery specializing in wildflower seeds sold individually, instead of in a mix. Four packets were bought last fall, and when I emptied all four packets into a cereal bowl, it looked less than ¼ teaspoon. It was mixed with a handful of dry dirt and scattered into the prairie garden.

I found one plant of Venus’s Looking Glass blooming today. Of course, the photos were out of focus, but tomorrow’s another day. One miracle out of a thousand seeds… I’ll take it. I’m hoping to get them established in the prairie garden, even though their time in the spring is so fleeting.

I’ve rambled on long enough, and it’s so late... I’m not telling you how late.

Until next time…

Eastern Purple Coneflower, Echinacea purpurea

Flower just opening up.

Penstemon digitalis 'Husker Red'

A cultivar that attracts pollinators, but not as many as the species attracts.

Cicada exoskeleton clinging to

Primula meadia, Shooting Star seed pods

Clematis viticella 'Purpurea Plena Elegans' (non-native)

Since this is a double clematis, it is of no use to pollinators.

It can serve as protection for birds and other wildlife,

if it has lush growth.

I thought these had died years ago from drought during the summer,

but with much rain our last two springs, they are a large vine once again.

I watched this honeybee search each flower,

trying to find a way to any nectar, with no luck.

Wild Garlic, Allium vineale

Non-native and quite invasive.

Flowers are usually followed by bulbils (small bulbs),

and sometimes bulbils grow instead of flowers.

Small and purple, each bulbil sprouts a stem,

which makes it look pretty wild.

Daylily with a small purple flower.

Not sure what its friend is.

(At first I thought a tick, but the shape and coloring is wrong.)

Tree. weed. friend or foe?

This is not the same type of native clematis

that has grown here in past years.

Winterthur Viburnum flowers

Small Wolf Spider

Woodland Pinkroot, Spigelia marilandica

Winterberry

Ilex verticillata "Sparkleberry"

flowers with a black hover fly.

Although a cultivar, it attracts plenty of insects.

Five foot tall plant, opening bud looks like a Fleabane.

Small Orange Fly, about 1/4th inch long.

A set of Joe Pye Weed leaves unfurling.

Then the stem will grow and a new set of leaves will unfurl.

Joe Pye Weed plants on left, and Turtlehead plants on right.

I thought this was a Carpet Beetle on the Fleabane,

but the color pattern is different.

I haven't found a similar photo to identify it.

Butterfly Weed flower buds

Taken at birdbath by back deck.

My commentors identified this as a female House Finch.

This post is linked to:

Saturday's Critters

My Corner of the World

Saturday, May 6, 2023

A Robin's Sanctuary

Robin's egg shell

A rabbit hiding in plain site

Spent white flowers of the Blackhaw Viburnum

that have dropped to the ground.

Looks like part of the Trillium.

'My Mary' Azalea loosing its old blossoms

Maple seeds

I think this pin head size insect is the nymph

of the Florida Predatory Stink Bug.

The dried up spots on the Wreath Goldenrod leaf

are most likely caused by leaf sucking insects

that the nymph has already devoured.

I suppose nostalgic is the word that comes to mind when I walk and sit in the garden, of which the best part of my life has been devoted to. It’s a feeling of contentment laced with a bit of quiet desperation when one’s state of mind endlessly desires to accomplish more, and one’s state of physical being must accept the fact that the sky is not always the limit.

The patio and deck cleaning are out of the way, and the recovered fallen Ash tree branches have been redistributed into the garden to slow down erosion. We are talking about small branches over six feet long and the size of my skinny arm.

I cannot even comprehend the sound of such a tree limb cracking and falling through a maze of branches on its way down to be stopped by the earth. I thought I heard one yesterday, and when I found it, the size was like a two foot stick no thicker than my thumb. I thought for sure an elephant had come crashing out of the heavens to dine with me at lunchtime.

Talk about dining, a bumper crop of five hungry piranhas masquerading as juvenile squirrels have invaded my garden from their hidden nest in the huge tree across the street. A quart of sunflower hearts runs out long before the sun has reached its zenith for the day.

Spring wears her disguises of winter and summer so cleverly, that one may wake up to a warm morning in May and end their day back in the coldness of January. Summer has a way of sneaking in unnoticed until one day it’s hotter than hell in the neighborhood.

A new cellphone has entered my life, even though I usually wear something out before retiring it and moving on. The learning curve is a bit exasperating when a Samsung Galaxy S7 is replaced by a Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra. Thank goodness for YouTube videos.

My garden comes across mostly as fifty shades of green, because… well, because it is a garden of fifty shades of green. The sunny areas around the edges are always full of color, but the shady areas are more subdued in their shy coloring. It’s a garden where photos never fully justify its quiet beauty, and yet I try, sometimes succeeding.

Welcome to my May, and a day that began in sunny warmth and ended in a growing coolness worthy of a coat.