My partner is home and among other topics we discussed, one was first frost date for this year. My printed copy of 2018 Farmer’s Almanac had Worcester as the closest city listed, and that was said to be happening on October 19th which I just recently added to our planting page. (Which I will note the change on after I post this.) Continue reading “Hoo boys–first frost possibly earlier?”
Category: Indoor Musings
What I think about when I’m not out in the Garden, but my mind is still on it and not necessarily in a planning way.
Gardening in the rain
This week has proven to be one where the showers are actually happening as predicted, unlike the last time rain was forecast nonstop and then kept forgetting to actually visit. Continue reading “Gardening in the rain”
Did you notice?
In my two milkweed tussock larvae post, I remember seeing the black dots behind the woolly glory and a part of my brain that wasn’t sleepy wondering, “are there younger instar under that leaf?”
So I took a closer look in another shot that showed more of the eaten area where I thought they were, and there sure as heck are. The Count would have been thrilled to have something else to count, and more numerous to boot!
67 days until Autumnal Equinox
Sometime in the last week, I realized that although autumn feels far off, it’s been a longer while since I last photographed snow on the ground (107 days). Continue reading “67 days until Autumnal Equinox”
Weather predictions and reality…
The weather predictors have been swearing for days it will rain doom upon us, and we were lucky to get a brief shower once per day. We had some boomers yesterday eve, but same brief shower.
Twice now in the last half hour, we’ve had showers, boomers starting. Maybe today’s the day?
Ooooo…I think I hear what sounds to be steady rain. Finally?
What is it? Part 2
Courtesy Notice: This did get a bit more rambly than planned, but I don’t have time to try to knock it down because I have a promise to keep today.
It finally opened! The other one also suddenly has a second bud forming. So I had to take some pictures. I want to point out that last year I have no photo evidence of anything like that in that bed.
Here’s what’s odd. When I look at my 2018 Plantings notes, I wrote that I planted “Black eyed susans – porch – June 8”. From pictures I’ve looked at, this is a fairly likely candidate but the “porch” designation is supposed to mean something else. Continue reading “What is it? Part 2”
What is it?
So the two about foot tall flowers on the west bed in front of the porch have become a daily (ok, since the petals started showing, multiple times daily) ponderance I feel the need to lift.
I’ve done some comparisons. I’ve sworn at a few plant ID sites that lack the details I wish I could input to maybe get a closer result. Still, I am unsure. Eventually, I hope, I’ll learn what they really are.
The last time I guessed something was a flower, it turned out to be a tree. Last time I thought I found a certain larvae that would grow to be a butterfly, I instead had found a larvae that is growing to be a moth. I’m obviously terrible at the guessing game, but knowing that doesn’t quiet my brain.
Any day now…any day…I will learn.
Let your garden grow
Sometimes you don’t have a lot of time or resources to do what you want. Life happens and postpones things. You just can’t make up your mind. Mistakes can be made even by experienced gardeners that cause setbacks as well.
Most of what we have done last year and so far this year hasn’t felt like enough even though I’d be a dunce not to acknowledge what has changed and acknowledge we really couldn’t do much more with the time and resources we had to spare. Continue reading “Let your garden grow”
Waterworks unturned
A fickle weather report resulted in arid night soil. Despite the humidity, I know the kitchen garden’s thirst is likely as strong as my desire to grab a flashlight and go outside to fill the can and do what would have been done had I checked again earlier and saw the cloud shift.
How can I expect them to survive, these children I one day hope to eat like Cronos did his own? I feel as cruel as he, though my planned timeline for their demise is longer than he gave his own. Yet I have greater fear of even the whiff of the skunks I know wander through at night than I fear for their health and wellbeing.
Hold fast, young plants! Water will come to you with the dawn. Forgive this terrible mother, and don’t let one night’s scarcity stem your growing selves.
(Yes, I know my brain heads in odd directions sometimes. Other times, my thinking seems to take a more even path, too.)