One gardener's observations, discoveries and random thoughts whilst simultaneously worshipping and dallying in a Cape Cod garden. "A garden," said Ralph Waldo Emerson, "is like those pernicious machineries which catch a man's coatskirt or his hand, and draw in his arm, his leg and his whole body to irresistable destruction."

Midsummer Eve

Wild-Daisies

“Are you sure that we are awake?  It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.”

 - William Shakespeare

And Away We Go…

It’s one of those classically beautiful summer days.

Every now and then, a katydid starts whirring and whips itself up into a frenzy.  There’s an occasional chirping from the family of sparrows who’ve set up residency in a two story (on their scale – it’s birdhouse sized, but a double-decker) birdhouse out in the yard.   There’s the steady rushing hum of traffic on the  highway, and past our house, still audible over the sound of our fans.  For a few minutes anyway, there are no sirens on Route 6, and we assume that everyone is happily and safely engaged at the beach or wherever.

We have warm sunshine, a smidge of a breeze to keep the trees swaying slightly and there are treasures on the deck garden.  I know I’ve shown you the zinnia before.  It’s still just that one blooming so far, but they do change as they continue to unfurl and I’m just tickled to watch those changes.   I’m a big fan of all those little yellow flowers ringing the center.

Actually, it’s a bit hot.  80 degrees (F) is the temperature and I venture to say its a bit warmer here in the Nest, where we are on the second floor and have only fans to keep the air stirring.   I’m not usually home in this center part of the day, but its the first day of a week’s much-anticipated vacation.

I’ll be leaving Mister Purrypants and the Deck Garden in the care of the Downstairses (and in the case of the garden, also Mother Nature, who is forecast to supply a little supplemental watering here and there throughout the week – fingers crossed), and heading off to Provincetown for the week, where I’ll be reveling in a great convergence of friends and family who’re all coming to town over the course of the next week or so.

What fun we will have.

Anyway, you aren’t likely to see many posts from me here at the MG, since I’ll be largely, as they say, Off The Grid.  But you know I’ll be taking plenty of pictures and no doubt a few will end up here once I’m back home again.

Meanwhile, what are you doing surfing the Internet?  It’s Summertime!  Get out there into the world and have some adventure of your own!  :)

If you’ll excuse me, I have a ferry to meet!

Already its the last minutes of the last day of July.  How swiftly this warm and wonderful month slips by.

Thanks to a regular routine of watering and deadheading, the pansies are blooming nicely despite the heat we’ve had this month.

This purple blossom with the white and blue streaks in it is a particular favorite (Heh.  Just like every other flower I’ve ever seen.).  I’m always keen on pansies with these dark “facial” markings on them.  They are such pretty little things, and so hearty, too.

Not far from the hanging pansy basket is one of my mixed windowbox planters, the one with the marine heliotrope.   Among the seeds sown in there were some zinnias.

Sadly, not as many germinated as I might’ve hoped, but there are three or four, and this first pink one has been a slow-motion firework over the past week.   I love the tiny little flowers in the center of the larger array.

As the month has progressed, the petunias is this “patriotic” planter have gotten happily out of control.   I think it’s funny how the purple and white ones looks pretty uniform here, but they really have shown a great deal of variety in their coloring, which keeps things interesting.

Surprises in the deck garden plantings continue to be a theme this summer, even in that planter.   About a week ago, a couple of plants of blue lobelia have revealed themselves in various pots.   I am usually very fond of the plant, so I’ve used it the past several years in a row.  This year, I never got around to purchasing any, so it was quite a happy surprise when they started their show.

You can see in the group shot up above that the nasturtiums are continuing to bloom well, their plants filling in around the base of my oldest dracaena “palm”.  I like the variety of colors, but the dark reds are especially fun, somehow.   Such a nice rich tone.

Another pot of nasturtiums and asparagus fern (there were supposed to be some four o’clocks, but I must’ve gotten a bad pack of seed, as not one of them has come to the party) hosted a big reveal this week, when it became obvious that one of the other things that was growing in that pot was a tomatilla plant, with a single fruit.   This is fun, since it’s been two summers since I grew these.

Below is a magnolia seedling, which my Granny sent me through the mail.   I should’ve tried for a better photo of this – and I certainly will next time (it’s hard to see clearly against the background of other greens) – but there are three really terrific looking buds on this.   I have a feeling it will try to bloom next week, while I’m away on vacation.  The poker lilies appear to have the same plan.

That seems about right.   Hopefully, they’ll still be doing their thing when I get home.

After what’s been a very dry month, we’ve finally had some rain.  At first it was a couple mild showers, nothing more than teasers, really.   The kind of passing splash that creates the illusion that watering isn’t necessary by wetting everything.  Only a closer look reveals the truth.

Now we’ve had some more.  The end of the afternoon brought showers, that grew heavier over the course of an hour or so, until finally it was a downpour that lasted most of the evening.  Certainly, it was a good start on catching up on what we were missing.  I’ll probably have to drain excess out of plant pots tomorrow morning, in an ironic twist on almost every other morning this past month.

In the past couple days, as foreshadowing of the fun in the sun August will bring, this yellow flower has appeared from one of the plants Laura brought me at Spring’s end.

I think this is a helianthus, or perhaps a heliopsis.   Obviously I’m not entirely sure on that.  I’ll have to do some more research.   I do know it’s beautiful and will be a great addition to the yard, filling some empty bloom time in between the daisies and chrysanthemums.

The morning glories are blooming every morning.  So far, it’s only the Grandpa Ott variety doing so, but I can see other varieties twining and vining about (I do think it’s the G.O.’s which I continue to find more seedlings of in all my other pots – they really may be trying to take over the world, and I say let them.), so I imagine the second half of the season will have all kinds of wonders to wake up to each day.

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