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."

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Garden Report at July’s End

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.


And Rain Will Make the Flowers Grow

Yesterday was one of those rare mornings this summer, when I knew I could sleep in a few minutes longer.   The sky was dull with clouds, moisture hung heavy in the air and distant rumbles of thunder punctuated the quiet encouragement by John Cougar Mellowcat to Rise and Feed.

We haven’t had much rain this summer.   You can see it in the wilty gardens and brown lawns.   It’s been hard to keep up with watering.   On the deck its all done by hand with the elephant watering can, so it’s usually a 20 minute exercise.   Of course the rewards are obvious, so I don’t mind doing it.

Ah, but how I love those rare sweet moments when I can snuggle in for a few extra minutes.   Despite that, I’ve learned not to be trusting of a forecast that describes a full day of rain and so I was watering the cucumbers and morning glories (the thirstiest of this summer’s gang, it seems) as the morning’s light showers tapered off.

Good thing I did, too, as it turned out to be almost as sunny a day as it was rainy, with small storms criss-crossing the Cape throughout the day.   In this morning’s sunshine, I’m back to the full watering routine, but it was nice to have a few minutes off yesteday.

Monday Morning

As it turns out, rainy days and Mondays don’t always get me down.

After a long, hot, delightfully busy and memorable summer weekend, it was a treat to discover it had rained – and apparently a nice soaking rain – sometime during the night, the sound of it concealed behind the constant whirr of fans.

Not having to do a heavy watering meant I got a few more minutes to ease into the week ahead, which I spent poking around the deck garden, marveling at the growing cucumbers and their eager vines – you can see one with its yellow flowers climbing behind the cosmos in the opening photo.

Next my sleepy eyes tried to follow the rapid snaking pathways of the morning glory vines, which are really getting to work in the steamy temps we’ve had lately (as long as I keep up with the watering), winding themselves around all sorts of things I’d rather they stayed clear of, particularly the stalks of the cosmos.

It’s my own fault for interplanting them, so I don’t mind the extra effort to keep them co-existing without strangling one another.   But that would’ve been far too much work for early Monday morning Sleepy Gardener, so (while making a note about the vines for later – I just this evening finished a session of carefully unwinding from cosmos and rewinding them as an introduction to the trellace) I turned my attention to the dazzling array of nasturtiums.   I’m still learning their perfect level of moisture, which is a little more challenging with such warm days lately, but we seem to be working it all out.

Here’s a later season box planter I’ve got going on.    It’s thick with two different varieties of gladioli my Granny sent me this spring.  I was a little late planting them, so I think they will be a treat for September, maybe late August, depending on how quickly things progress.

As part of the ongoing experiment in Companion planting, the upper level of the planter is home to seedlings of a lovely, tall French marigold variety of which I am fond (AS SEEN ON Trout Towers!), as well as some bachelor buttons (And possibly some more zinnias – memory fails, of courseWe’ll see.) and as is apparently the unannounced theme of the season, a morning glory seedling right in the midst of it all.

So far, I am more amused than not that most of today’s photos have morning glories lurking in them somewhere.  Since they are so pretty, I’m inclined to be okay with letting them have the run of the place, more or less.

But just the same, if I suddenly don’t post anything for a while, grab a pair of scissors and come rescue me.