I’m not entirely sure what this plant is the snail is enjoying so, but I have strong suspicions it may be some variety of honeysuckle. It’s growing out of the bed of vinca which surrounds the feet of the tall arbor vitae by the gate to the backyard.
In the border, the columbine plants are joining the ranks of those who are beginning to sport tiny flower buds, giving me hope for the the days ahead.
And that lily I showed you earlier in the week has now double in height. Here’s a second one which was out of the frame in the other shot…as well as a small cluster of leaves between them, which I’m pretty sure is a bit of that Oregano I brought from Eastham.
Behind the house, the apple blossoms have become to open and the oriole wasted no time in coming by to drink the nectar of those first flowers.
I didn’t get to post last night, as we had a big night at work and I was a bit tired and uninterested in cyber-things when I got home. The late afternoon and evening had brought us a nice steady, but not heavy rain, which made me smile, since I’d been hoping for some all week.
In the earliest hours of the morning, there were a few rumbles of thunder and a single flash of lightning…and the rain grew a bit heavier. A comforting sound on the roof as one is drifting off to sleep…as long as you don’t give too much thought to what else might be going on as a result.
I was recently com mended for my posi tive out look and upbeat perspective on life and gardening.
This morning, I pulled back the window, saw the newly-flooded garden and couldn’t help but feel a little bit like a liar.
As you can see, the garden is flooded worse than I’ve seen it, except maybe for back in the dead of winter. It seems that all the extra soil I’ve brought in this spring has settled down and has been for naught against the sort of heavy rains we saw last night, and which appear to be in our forecast from now through Wednesday.
So here’s the angry and frustrated gardener, supposed to be marking two weeks without a cigarette (excepting a cheat puff here and there), trying to smile when he really wants to smoke half a pack or more before starting to pot up the whole damn garden to move to some higher, drier, less expensive yard somewhere.
There’s over an inch of water out there in some places, as you can see. That little oregano plant and assorted others are nearly completely submerged, the feet of all the others wetter than they ought to be.
For now, I’m not seeing any ill effects and I do know by now that the water will drain off fairly quickly…but at some point, certain species are going to start dying out in this location, so I will have to come up with some alternate plan.