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."


The rain of the last few days has brought on the flowering of the wild daisies. These guys will actually go on more or less all summer, as long as I keep up with the deadheading. That hot red you see down below this flower is another clump of dianthus that’s lately begun showing off.

They probably aren’t “wild” daisies, per se. At least they seem fairly well-behaved to me. What I mean is they aren’t some cultivated species, like the Shasta Daisies, or the “Becky” variant on the Shastas, with the large flowers we’ll see somewhere around the first of July.

I found these growing in some grassy area and transplanted them into the garden, where they have mingled with the other plants. They like to seed themselves around, which is a quality I like in a plant, especially one so pretty. To my mind, a garden can’t have too many of these.

It was a grey morning, though we had picked up ten degrees over the 51 we had when I’d retired for the evening and you could already feel the humidity closing in over us at 8:00 a.m., or so.

This pair of cardinals seemed to be enjoying one another’s company, as they flitted about here and there along the fence.


As the work day progressed, the clouds cleared away and the sun came out…and it was hot.

Here’s a bit of rose campion blooming out back of the restaurant, which I noticed on a break.

That great purple in the background is some more money plant–I told you it was everywhere.

We were at 71 by lunchtime and 81 an hour later, which seemed to be our high for the day. Thankful for air conditioning in the banquet hall.

I’d brought shorts and my new Tevas to change into, so I wouldn’t have to suffer the heat in work attire on the ride home. As it turned out, it was around 6:00 p.m. by the time I got free of the office and by then, the temperature was already sliding back down to something reasonable (it’s 66 now) and a nice seabreeze pushed the humidity away for the evening.

Tomorrow’s supposed to be warmer still. I’ll count on the ocean to keep us from getting as hot as places like New York (sorry, Patrick) and Boston, but also count my blessings that it will be a day when I can dress more casually and cooly for my time at work.

Back at home as the sun sank in the west, I poked around the garden a little and spotted some unexpected buds on this clutch of iris. This was a little slow to put up leaves this spring, so I was assuming I wouldn’t see any flowers this years, but clearly, i was wrong.

I expect this will be one of those yellow and brown irises, since that was primarily what we had at the old garden and what I expect made the move. However, I’m a little intrigued by the purple streaking down at the base of the leaves, which may indicate a bloom of a different color. We shall see.

A few bits of business: First, my thanks go out to Richard, who emailed from Pittsburgh to suggest a mild solution of Dawn dish detergent and water (just a drop or two of the soap in a spray bottle full of water) to spray on the roses to address the aphid issue whilst I figure out where to get some ladybugs.

I’m very happy to say that I did so Thursday evening and the problem seems to have cleared up already by today! I have a few damaged flower heads and leaves to pinch out to make things a little tidier, but the aphids are gone. How I love a simple solution. Thanks Richard, both for your suggestion and also for stopping by the Garden!

And now, the links portion of the evening: I read a great New York Times article earlier about the phenomenon of “guerilla gardening”. Essentially, we’re talking about people who have no gardens going unbidden to do gardening work on land with no gardeners…abandoned lots, public places, etc.

The article focuses primarily on the efforts of Richard Reynolds, who’s been organizing massive work on this type in London, England. If you go to read the article, be sure to watch the video about how to make a wildflower seed bomb which you can chuck over a fence or a wall into some otherwise unreachable area. Gods, I love this stuff!

Richard keeps a blog about those efforts, as well, which you can find here.

Stay cool, everyone!

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