Spring is finally here. The Snowbells are up and blooming
As is the Forsythia. This is the first year for this new forsythia to bloom. I look forward to watching it grow and become more and more beautiful each year. The yellow flowers didn't last long. They have already been replace by tender green leaves.
Miniature daffodil "Quail" has always been a favorite of mine.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Monday, October 6, 2014
One of the pleasantries I have while working in the garden are beautiful visitors like this one.
I love butterflies but the Monarch has always held a special place in my heart. Ever since I was in elementary school.
When I was growing up in Tulsa, OK and in the fourth grade I was walking to Paul Revere School on a cool Autumn morning with my sister Melody and her friend (probably Molly). They had recently decided that it was cool to not wear anklets with their shoes and I'm sure became fashion trend setters. I on the other hand loved my anklets and was not about to leave them behind. Being the mean big sister that she was at the time, Melody made me walk at least 10 paces behind them.
I was OK with that; I could entertain myself. We were walking north on Atlanta Place, one street over from ours. Atlanta was lined with big old trees. Out of nowhere hundreds and hundreds of Monarchs are flying strait toward me. I stopped, put my head back and my arms thrown up as to welcome them and laughed and laughed. It was the most awesome thing I had ever seen and felt. They went all around me and some would land just for a nano second. Then they were gone. It was magical and I've never forgotten it.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
The blooms of Summer are beginning to wane and look a little puny.
Seed nicking from gardens has long been an obsession of mine. Does that make me a bad person?
I don't have too many Fall blooming plants in my garden. But the few I do have I love. This is Sedum "Autumn Joy"
I can feel a full day of Fall garden clean-up coming on. Such is the change of seasons in the garden.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Aside from totally disrupting the planting structure of my front flower bed, the accidental pumpkin patch has produced a fine crop. These are the first two; harvested the first week of August.
They're a nice size, around 9 to 10 inches across. I don't know if they are good for cooking but I'll find out. I plan to roast them and make soup.
There have been 10 to 11 pumpkins from this one plant.
The bees did their job well in pollinating.
The transition from green to orange has been interesting to watch. I placed folded up newspaper underneath each young fruit to keep them from rotting on the ground (you can learn all sorts of things from YouTube)
I am amazed at how beautifully smooth and round these pumpkins have been.
I've noticed that the last few pumpkins that developed are getting smaller and smaller.
The plant can produce only so many fruit.
Evey visited week before last and we found a female flower that we self pollinated. I'll be keeping track of that pumpkin for her. It will most likely be a very small pumpkin as one of the last that the plant produces.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
The watermelons have proved to be disappointing. Granted, they were not planted at the right time so they have been trying to produce in this extreme heat.
This little guy grew to the size of a ping pong ball and then one night, when I was too lazy to spray the deer/rabbit repellent, it was a snack for a deer. The plants haven't produced a female flower since.
So much for the first try at growing watermelons. Lesson learned....plant in March!
Monday, September 1, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
We had the first butterflies push out of their chrysalis today.
The first one went from this
And after several hours of drying its wings he/she looks like this. I haven't really learned to tell the males from the females yet.
The second one was a surprise. I happened to walk past the weed eater and this was sitting on it. Upon closer inspection I found the chrysalis on the garden tool.
After church I found him at the garage windows trying to find a way out. I got him on my hand and took him outside where he quickly flew away.