Out the south door I flew to ooh and ahh over the flowers, every plant giddy and spilling out of its bed with joy.
Here are a few of the beauties I found waiting for me.
The first is the herald of August, Morning Glory, with a strangle hold on the wild roses, sounding the one month warning to every creature with eyes to see. Who needs LED lights? This is what continually amazes: All that beauty and design hidden in a tiny black seed the size of a lady bug. Think of the white Peony with its splash of red. Everything hidden inside the seed or tuber, encoded and waiting to become visible. The mysteries of Creation.
Here is the Birdhouse Gourd, wildly charging up my new fence, taking the high ground by storm.
We will gather, dry and store these lovelies in the Fall. They are on the agenda as an art project at Farm Camp.
Their neighbor, Butternut Squash, has done very well, following an early dusting with Sevin powder. I usually refrain from insecticides, but not with the squash family. I have found other means that work: hand picking, blending bugs and garlic into a spray, chickens. They all work…sort of…some of the time, but I never win without the chemicals. That being said, if I dust them early in June, and the plants survive that initial attack by the squash bugs, I do not need to treat them again for a long time. The bugs have a breeding cycle and I can get out of sync with it if I dust during the first big push. I love the shadow play in this pic.
I will end with this final shot. This is my new America Rose, a climber. It sat hunched through May, June and July and now has begun its climb up the fence, past the bee house, and has one dark pink blossom and a bud at the top. Oh, you sweet thing: I see you have decided to stay. I used to have one of these roses growing in much the same spot, on a trellis, but lost it. In 2001, after a rough spring and summer, it put out one very late blossom on September 11 and then the entire plant died to the root. A lot happened that day.