Bobbie’s Bevy of Beauties
While writing my article, my eyes stray every now and then to the window. And of course what do I see but rain again. I’ve been running in and out between the drops to finish up the last of the planting and transplanting. If the spring hadn’t been so cold and rainy, I would have finished a few weeks ago or longer. Can’t believe summer is here. Had almost no spring whatsoever. Years ago by the end of April, usually, finished up just about all of the gardening.
This month was supposed to be the one with showers which brought forth May flowers. Then for the last few years May has been on the chilly and wet side. Now this year we have June to contend with. I certainly prefer the warm months to the cold, but do hate it when the temp gets up to 90 and humidity along with it. Yet how many days have we had this year with 75 to 80 weather, blue skies and white fluffy clouds? Not too many. That’s for sure. Will have to put the pen down for a short while anyway. Rain has stopped, so have to make a run for the outdoors.
The wet stuff has started to come down again, so here I am with pen in hand. Even saw the sun for a minute or two. Almost forgot what it looked like.
My pink simplicity roses are in their first blooming. The rhododendrons were magnificent. So many blossoms. But of course we all know what spoiled the beauty of both these flowers. One of the calla lilies came into bloom. A deep shade of orchid. The dahlias are popping out of the ground. Since they are almost a month late, probably won’t have any flowers until the middle or end of July.
These are the perennials I have in bloom now: salvia, coreopois , Rose Campion, foxglove, four o’clock, lamb’s ear, sea holly, Knautia, loosestrife, astillbe, campanula, ground-covering sedum, columbine, jack-in-the-pulpit, the wildflower bachelor button and yarrow. Have quite a few annuals, too. The three of my favorite are the brown-leaf begonia, angel mist, and black and blue salvia.
Jimmy’s cukes are doing very well. Besides planting them in the ground, two are in tub containers. All the tomatoes, as last year, are in the containers, too. Most of them have blossoms and acouple have tomatoes. Can’t wait for that first sandwich.
Since I’ve become such an avid gardener, the crawly little creatures I come in contact with don’t faze me anymore. Even if I run into one of the harmless little snakes that reside in one or two of the beds, they don’t send me a running. But you still can’t get me to pick one up. The worms, that’s another story. I had no choice. My 3-1/2-year-old granddaughter Izzy-Bella called my and her mother’s attention to a very small object at the entrance to one of Westfort’s greenhouses. Went over to look at it, thinking it was a small rock. “No, mommy,” she said. “It’s a turtle.” It must have come up from the pond on their property. Heaven knows how long it took for it to walk that distance. Wasn’t much larger than a quarter. Someone could have stepped on it not knowing it was there because of its size. Right now it resides at her house, but at the end of the summer it will be returned to its natural habitat. Why worms have become such a big part of my life this week is because of Izzy-Bella’s pet, the turtle, whose name is Tuck. Guess who’s baby-sitting for him because her whole family went to Cape Cod? Because he’s so little, he can’t eat the big fat worms, which are much easier to find. Every afternoon with spade in hand I dig until I find the very, very skinny ones. His meal consists of two. Now he is back home with his mistress.
When the next issue comes out, the perennials that are in bloom now will be gone. By then the summer ones will be showing off their flowers.
Till then,
Flowercerely yours,
Bobbie G. Vosgien
This month was supposed to be the one with showers which brought forth May flowers. Then for the last few years May has been on the chilly and wet side. Now this year we have June to contend with. I certainly prefer the warm months to the cold, but do hate it when the temp gets up to 90 and humidity along with it. Yet how many days have we had this year with 75 to 80 weather, blue skies and white fluffy clouds? Not too many. That’s for sure. Will have to put the pen down for a short while anyway. Rain has stopped, so have to make a run for the outdoors.
The wet stuff has started to come down again, so here I am with pen in hand. Even saw the sun for a minute or two. Almost forgot what it looked like.
My pink simplicity roses are in their first blooming. The rhododendrons were magnificent. So many blossoms. But of course we all know what spoiled the beauty of both these flowers. One of the calla lilies came into bloom. A deep shade of orchid. The dahlias are popping out of the ground. Since they are almost a month late, probably won’t have any flowers until the middle or end of July.
These are the perennials I have in bloom now: salvia, coreopois , Rose Campion, foxglove, four o’clock, lamb’s ear, sea holly, Knautia, loosestrife, astillbe, campanula, ground-covering sedum, columbine, jack-in-the-pulpit, the wildflower bachelor button and yarrow. Have quite a few annuals, too. The three of my favorite are the brown-leaf begonia, angel mist, and black and blue salvia.
Jimmy’s cukes are doing very well. Besides planting them in the ground, two are in tub containers. All the tomatoes, as last year, are in the containers, too. Most of them have blossoms and acouple have tomatoes. Can’t wait for that first sandwich.
Since I’ve become such an avid gardener, the crawly little creatures I come in contact with don’t faze me anymore. Even if I run into one of the harmless little snakes that reside in one or two of the beds, they don’t send me a running. But you still can’t get me to pick one up. The worms, that’s another story. I had no choice. My 3-1/2-year-old granddaughter Izzy-Bella called my and her mother’s attention to a very small object at the entrance to one of Westfort’s greenhouses. Went over to look at it, thinking it was a small rock. “No, mommy,” she said. “It’s a turtle.” It must have come up from the pond on their property. Heaven knows how long it took for it to walk that distance. Wasn’t much larger than a quarter. Someone could have stepped on it not knowing it was there because of its size. Right now it resides at her house, but at the end of the summer it will be returned to its natural habitat. Why worms have become such a big part of my life this week is because of Izzy-Bella’s pet, the turtle, whose name is Tuck. Guess who’s baby-sitting for him because her whole family went to Cape Cod? Because he’s so little, he can’t eat the big fat worms, which are much easier to find. Every afternoon with spade in hand I dig until I find the very, very skinny ones. His meal consists of two. Now he is back home with his mistress.
When the next issue comes out, the perennials that are in bloom now will be gone. By then the summer ones will be showing off their flowers.
Till then,
Flowercerely yours,
Bobbie G. Vosgien
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