It’s Sunday afternoon, May 1.
That awful part
of the day every week when the next door neighbor drenches his barbecue briquets with enough lighter fluid to torch the entire block. I look over the fence to
see if he’s wearing his gas mask; but alas, he’s sucking in the fumes with his
cast iron nose. I need a break until his
dinner is served.
Vic’s at a gun show this weekend, so I’m
on my own in the gardens. Yesterday two large Summersweet shrubs were planted into the area the old Persimmon once occupied. It wasn’t an easy task, as strong roots
crisscross the entire area about 4 to 5 inches down. My neck's painfully sore today.
It’s so pleasant today, but afternoons most days are in the low 80’s. I’m wondering whatever
happened to the old fashion days of spring residing in the 70’s. They seem to be going extinct. After an hour of gardening, I tried talking the guy upstairs into giving me a new body, but he reminded me that today is the first day of the rest of my life, and that's about as new as it's ever going to get.
I’m out of here!
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Blue Star, Amsonia Hubrichtii
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American Maidenhair Fern, Adiantum pedatum
in large double walled pot with FoxFarm Ocean Forest potting soil
Blue Indigo 'Purple Smoke', Baptisia australis
Top: Grey Owl Juniper,
Bottom Center: Rudbeckia maxima, Giant Coneflower
Bottom Right: 'Purple Smoke' Blue Indigo
Seed pods of Common Ninebark, Physocarpus opulifolius
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Maybe a Katydid. It camouflages well.
Monday afternoon, May 2 — why do I bother?
My chiropractor tells me my body’s alignment
is holding on almost perfectly, even though my morning wake ups are clouded
with headaches and my neck aches profusely when without back support. I think that expression — living dead — works well
here.
So… since I ‘m not going to feel any
better any time soon, I’m giving that dead looking honeysuckle on the wrought iron arbor a haircut…
I guess one could say it has the bald
look going for it now. I’m not sure if
it struggled from too much shade or not enough nutrients in the soil. I’ll fertilize it later this week. Since the Persimmon tree’s removal, shade is no
longer an issue.
Four volunteer Lyreleaf Sages from the
front yard pathway have been relocated to the vacated old Persimmon bed. My body tells me to give it up or else, so I
ask Vic to clean up the mess. Ten seconds
of rain then fall. Ten seconds! What gives? It’s back outside to water the back fence
line that rests on a slope that's drying out.
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Little Black Ant, Monomorium minimum
on a dying May or June Beetle.
Arbor with Honeysuckle
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'Polish Spirit' Clematis, A viticella clematis
Grows like a weed if watered regularly.
I read that rabbits like to munch on the leaves,
but it doesn't seem beneficial otherwise.
Backyard fence line pathway with woodpecker box
Looking North
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Looking South
Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday… May 3.
A morning like any —beep— other. Seven O’clock alarm —beep— to take a pill,
and eight —beep— o’clock alarm to take —beep— more pills. Lacey's next be —beep— cause she’s a pest
without —beep— food, then Charlotte and Aus —beep— tin because, well, just be
—beep— cause. Dustin's last, as he’s
—beep— old, and a pill dispens —beep— er would come in handy. —beep beep— Oh good grief! I’m out of —beep— here.
The back deck is my sanctuary after the
old dishwasher’s program pad has gone haywire and driving me psycho. Lunch was to be out here, but I ate it before
I made it to the table. A riot of
noises greet me, but the loudest is the Carolina Wren —quite invisible—
somewhere in the oak tree next door.
A pair of Carolina Chickadees have an
active nest in the chickadee nest box. I’m
not sure about the woodpecker box. The
nest is of fine twigs and what else I’m not sure. I think a second peek is
unwise. It doesn’t have all that weird trash the invasive introduced house sparrow likes to collect, so I’m quite happy. The birds always seem to be in stealth mode,
evading any detection.
Robins splash in the bird baths until
almost no water is left, then the Grackles fly in to dirty up the new
water. A big rush of wind through the
trees sounds as if a huge ocean wave is crashing onto the beach then receding… over
and over again. Then a huge movement of
wind jars the senses right back into reality.
Clouds hurry across the skies… white,
then dark, then white, then dark… it’s like the beginning of a thunderstorm
that continues all day and never brings rain.
Desert after breakfast...don't judge :)
Cumberland Rosemary, Conradina verticillata
It dies in the garden, so I now have it in pots with potting soil.
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Hearts-a-Hustin', Euonymus americanus flowers
I never see anything on these to pollinate the flowers,
but it has abundant fruit in the fall.
I read that ants pollinate it,
so I'm back outside to see if I find any ants on the flowers.
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This is either 'Gold Dust' or 'Corky' Daylily
I purchase both, but they were such small plants,
that only one survived.
I don't know which one it was.
It struggled for years, until I planted it in a planter of top soil.
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Wednesday
Evening, May 4 —after the rains the night before.
It’s a bit late for outdoors, but we have a picnic dinner planned 6:00 this early evening. Darkness falls around 7:30 so we hurriedly
set up the chicken tenders from the Publix store, and coleslaw and honey biscuits
from the Mrs. Winner’s store, and all those other things that go with it.
It’s a last minute thing after working
on a small pathway that connects the main pathway in the front yard to the
water faucet. It had become too unstable
after years of the stones sinking sideways into the Christmas fern bed that
skirts the American Hornbeam tree. It had
eventually become too askew to attempt using, and was literally disappearing as
if being sucked into the depths of fern bed hell to disappear forever.
I never do well on jobs that require me
to bend my head; which means, quite frankly, any job I attempt. I attempt them anyway. I’ll probably be using a heat pad on my neck
and shoulders after dinner for short sessions, in order not to stir up the
neuropathy pain. It’s a precarious
balancing act I’m still perfecting.
Anyway… back to the here and now. It’s a beautiful late afternoon, just on the
verge of becoming cool. The traffic has
quieted down, and Robins seem to be everywhere.
It’s delightful. The new potato
salad being tested (ugly taste) is scrapped off the plate to be replace by
honey mustard dipping sauce.
A Blue Jay lands on the rim of the bird
bath as we are talking, so he knows we are there, lets out a few squawks, takes
a few sips and off he goes. Little blurs
of birds are seen as evening is just below the horizon, then I slip into my cozy
wool sweater to finish dinner and conversation, as the coolness soon becomes a
chill.
Okay!
Time to grab everything and scurry into the house for beautiful warmth.
Charlotte, Sweet Charlotte
and
Austin,
and
that
little
stinker,
Miss Lacey,
looking like an angel.
Thursday…that’s all I can say…it’s just
Thursday, May 5
I’m sitting on this unforgiving concrete
bench we placed outback under the wrought iron arbor in anticipation of all
those lovely coral flowers and pleasant shade from the honeysuckle, the same
honeysuckle that now appears to be dead.
I’m searching my little Eden to see what’s photographically possible
this beautiful late morning.
Then Kapow! All hell breaks loose.
A confrontation breaks out among the
Robins with youngsters in the back yard.
It’s quite intense with squawking and squabbling and wings flapping
violently, until a few hightail it over the back fence. Peace has been restored once more in this
little paradise.
I’m doing nothing today, not even all
those regular little chores that seem to take up quite a bit of one’s day. Breakfast was left over pizza… no comments
please… and a cup of Irish Breakfast tea.
I’m battling a not so lovely headache.
The garden, at times, slows down and rests, and all is pleasant. Sometimes when changes occur, it's that of
lavender hued thick ruffled petals of Leatherflower dropping to the
ground. Nothing to us, but everything to the flower.
Swamp Leatherflower, Clematis crispa in the rain garden
Copper Iris, Iris fulva in the rain garden
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Ford Pickup Truck
Front Bumper Grill Guard
Year Unknown
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Varied Carpet Beetle, Anthrenus verbasci
Below, tiny carpet beetle burying its head into the center of the flower.
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Black Damsel Bug, Nabis subcoleoptratus on Fleabane
I could guess the above slightly out of focus bug's rear-end photo,
by the lower badly out of focus entire bug's body photo.
These are tiny creatures,
as a fleabane flower is approximately 1" across.
This bug sucks the juices out of it's victims, and is considered beneficial.
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I woke up with Friday on my mind — May 6
Several thunderstorms traveled over the
house during last night, and all thoughts of yardwork were abandoned at
daybreak. My journal was to end here,
but on our way back home from the chiropractor this afternoon, we traveled
under a never-ending low hanging black cloud not far into our journey. All hell then broke loose!
Marble size hail began smashing against
the windows with terrifically loud crashes.
It was a shock that took a few seconds to register in my mind what it
really was. After fifteen minutes the
hail became more pea size. The falling
rain came in with the wind, and was quite violent at times.
Surprisingly, the only visible damage in
the gardens are green leaf bits from the trees, and other small debris from the
shrubs. If not for the pools of standing
water, one would think nothing had happened.
Yesterday was 84 degrees F., today is 71, and tomorrow will be 64. Next week a few days will reach into the low
90’s. 90 degree F. weather is August,
not May.
Way past my bedtime.
Philadelphus inodorus, Scentless Mock Orange
It was a night so beautiful that your soul seemed hardly able
to bear the prison of the body.
- W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence, 1919
Sweet Dreams
Yvonne
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