Once again out in the early morning, camera at the ready, looking for something of interest before the daily weeding occurs. Every day this week the newest bed, one half is the black garden, one half is the white garden, has been attacked on bended knees. The winter weeds are flowering and seeding like crazy. They must be dug before any more seeds are flung into the bare earth of these beds. There is bare earth here because the plants and shrubs are still small, most planted last year, some new, some moved from other parts of the garden to follow this new color theme. Why didn’t we mulch here last fall? Before we begin the arduous task let’s run up the hill to the knot garden and beyond. Behind the boxwood hedge and in front of the split rail fence that fronts the row of Osmanthus fragrans, sits the white tree peony. The tree peony, name unknown, purchased in 2002 from WalMart in a box bareroot for fifteen dollars, is showing white on one of the buds just today. We will have to keep an eye on that one.
Needing a break from the repetitive motion of digging after about two hours, a trip up the hill to the tree peony shows some progress is being made on the opening of the petals. Alarming progress, for the day is warming quickly. That means the flower will open and fall apart all in one day. Luckily there are about twenty or more buds left still held tightly by the green outer skin on the bush.
As predicted, after two more hours, the flower is open, but the inner parts are held close. I need a ginger ale. And some lunch.
That is enough weeding for one day, the temperature has reached almost eighty and the area being worked is in full sun. We don’t know if this flower will be here tomorrow, so she needs to put her best face forward. Are you ready for your close up?
Now what is that trick about putting your hand behind the flower to focus on it? Oh, you say that you are supposed to remove your hand before snapping the shutter? But I want to touch those crinkly petals.
Does she look better from the right?
Or is her left side the best? Any way you click on her, she looks pretty good.
Meanwhile, down by the pond, behind the Garnet Japanese maple are three hostas given to us last year by daughter Semi, thanks Semi. Semi is the name she chose to be referred to after reading one of the posts about how we bought this house for our semi-adult daughters to live in while attending college here. She thought that title to be funny and adopted the name for herself. Sort of odd, but that’s the way she is. Back to the hostas, their name is White Feather and the photo in the catalog showed them to be all white. Last year they actually came up all white, then turned to straight green. This one can’t decide whether to go green or try white.
The middle one has a little lighter coloring.
They all are in the same dappled shade, although it is more sunny right now before the leaves are fully opened on the larger trees in that part of the garden, river birches and let’s not forget our dear walnut tree hung with numerous vines.
This is the lightest of the three, and the little piece on the left is a solid creamy color. It shall be observed whether any of the three hostas become more white as they leaf out, or must start out as white to be worthy of their name.
There are storms predicted to come across our state sometime today followed by a cold front that will cause a drop in our nearly eighty degree days down to the forties and fifties. That is fine for someone with lots more weeding yet to be done. But the night time lows in the low thirties are cause for a slight panic as the dogwoods, azaleas, and tree peonies, among many other plants, are in the midst of their once yearly bloom. There are too many things that should be covered, so our usual solution is to cover nothing and hope for the best. The seedlings and greenhouse plants are safely inside. Any losses will be shouldered with stoicism, unless it is a repeat of last year. Then you will be hit with a deluge of crying and wringing of hands for another whole year. That should get your thoughts onto the task of helping us avert that sad consequence. Ready now, all concentrate your powers on that cold front to take it easy on us this time. Thank you for your support.
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