Friday, June 23, 2017

Peaceful interlude, just looking at plants

After a busy time papermaking, now used up all of last year's iris leaves, latest batch mixed with cotton linters, and now pretty much dry, harder to remove from glass than the abaca mix, it seemed like a good idea to have an interlude of just looking at what's up in the garden.

Sometimes it's good to just watch and enjoy and not try to do anything about it.  Especially in the current political state of danger we're experiencing, in a number of countries including mine.  Nature comes through.

Every June about the third week, the faithful daylilies return,  and the Russian sage behind them flowers up




and the sunflower type plant, completely forget what it is, returns in the unsheltered container, out all winter, still returns.  



And my Thai basil started from seed from last year's plant, really booming despite squirrel invasions, here in foreground. Pachysandra everywhere, but sedum, another faithful returner there, in front of the container of English thyme and the lavender.


The lavender, also in a container, just goes on and on, and the Russian sage, which was knocked about by the builders, but didn't care.




On the patio fence, nasturtiums in front of lantana, getting ready for a second flush of flowers, spiderwort back there, too.  Both sides of the fence, daylilies getting all ready for their grand entrance.

This reliability is great to stop and consider now and then, in a world which is very short of it right now.

 

1 comment:

mittens said...

that's it, exactly. Whatever else happens, small blades of grass keep knuckling themselves through the tarmac, weeds return to the sides of roads, and flowers keep on keeping on.

Last year we had a serious, numbing drought here. One small thunderstorm in the entire summer. Even our major trees, some 100 years old, wilted. But being an avid mulcher, and not able to mow because there was nothing to mow, I left the garden as it was.

The beebalm came up, the daylilies muddle through, and the roses don't even hesitate. And all that dryness last year, coupled with the monsoon season this year, apparently didn't discourage them at all. The beebalm is up, the daylilies are about to bloom, and the roses are all over the place.

It sort of becomes a metaphor for almost anything, if you squint. Even if you don't.

I was planning to plant nasturtiums and marigolds, but Mrs. Woodchuck has had a family, and is teaching them about good things in the garden. She's a good mom.