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?
Any time insomnia has kicked in, and you find yourself trying to get a post up before you trundle off to bed whether the sun is in the sky or not yet, preview it entirely TWICE before posting. Also, don’t forget to check your math.
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.
You may have done some record keeping in 2018 you were (or maybe still are?) proud of, but you really need to remember to note where you planted certain flower seeds if you haven’t figured out a good way to start them indoors without artificial lighting again and decide to direct sow. If only for the possible amusement of what flowers grow nowhere near the spot you think (or even know) you planted them.
It just might save you a plant ID search when it’s growing but not quite obvious yet since we get so many great volunteers here. That’s time better spent doing other things.
We were driving back from errands the other day, and as we drove up a street near our house, I almost missed a pile of fencing leaning against a low retaining wall with a “Free” sign attached. Almost missed because it was set back a bit in the driveway and not really curbside. Continue reading “The fencing I mentioned/pictured.”
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.)
Last year I know we had chipmunks running around. I’d see them from time to time.
This year? Not a one yet.
I’m not sure if they got tired of being hunted by the local strays and outdoor cats, or maybe something else I haven’t spotted yet that could be eating them?
…or just hiding better?
I’m really not sure.
I had noticed yesterday when looking at the patch along the fence that a leaf seemed to be crumpled a bit. I thought it was simply caught while growing under the next nearest leaf and grew oddly, so I bent down to nudge it open, and then felt uneducated. Inside was a larvae. I hadn’t even considered something would be inside. Continue reading “Speaking of strawberries…surprise!”
