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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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.

Rainy Daze