As morning dawns on the Fairegarden this fine day, let us walk the pathways and see what is in bloom for the monthly Garden Bloggers Bloom Day instituted by Carol of May Dreams Gardens, shall we?
It has been an unusually rainy summer here in southeast Tennessee USDA Zone 7a. The plants are dripping with moisture in the early hours, the better to see the weavings of arachnids. This small one on the Rudbeckia subtomentosa ‘Henry Eilers’ is noticed. The pink in the background is Phlox paniculata, having the best year ever with all the moisture. The same can be said of many plants in 2013.
Such a work of craftmanship and beauty this little web is. I often walk into webs in progress that stretch across the pathways, wearing a hairnet of sticky filaments when returning to the indoors. It makes me laugh but there would be no humor if the web master hitched a ride on my shortly shorn hair.
The annual Rudbeckia triloba volunteers have filled the Yellow/White Bed to overflowing. A standard trained Hydrangea paniculata ‘Grandiflora’,commonly named PeeGee offers white fluffs that will later turn to a dusky rose hue.
The Rudbeckias have never been so lush. Rudbeckia fulgida ‘Goldsturm’ waves hello from behind the picket fence of purple Perilla frutescens. A post was written about this purple beauty that can be read by clicking here, if you so desire.
The Perilla pops up around and about this sunny section. Most seedlings are pulled to allow passage through the pathways, but a few are allowed to grow on to adulthood and seed about to ensure future purple punctuation of the beds. It would be much less colorful around here without it. Agastache ‘Orange Nectar’ joins red Salvia coccinea and orange Cuphea ignea to entice hummers and butterflies.
Joe Pye weed, which is no weed at all but rather a very desirable native is attracting buzzers and larger swallowtails at present. The name is now Eutrochium purpureum subsp. maculatum ‘Gateway’ , formerly Eupatorium and so forth. I can barely keep up with these name changes. Neither name is as memorable as Joe Pye.
Deliberate thought has gone into the summer plantings to best attract the flying flowers. Inside and in front of the raised box that is home to the Dahlias, Cuphea ssp. are favorites. Yellow Cosmos sulphureus has been selected out over the years from a packet of C. ‘Bright Lights’. I like the double layer of lemon petals and am now trying to select for those.
Even as I am wishin’ and hopin’ for a clear, crisp image capture, the hummers provide plenty of practice with the camera. They visit this smörgåsbord often.
The most perennial, never fail Allium is garlic chives, Allium tuberosum. Flowering in August the white puffs are most welcome by the gardener and adored by tiny pollinators. These are promptly deadheaded to prevent world domination, and yes, we use them in culinary dishes.
My name is Frances, and I have succumbed to the fancy Echinacea ‘Double Scoop Cranberry’, against all of my beliefs and tirades. The shaggy topknot offers no nourishment to pollinators and these hybrids too often do not return for even a second year here. But, for $2.74 on the bargain racks, rules can be broken. I am a tightwad at heart.
The blackberry lilies are winding down but this particular colorway has been noted and the plant will be dug up and moved to a special location for future division. The petals are unique. It looks quite similar to this offering in the Plant Delights Catalog,
xPardancanda norrisii ‘Wine and Yellow Roses’ (Wine and Yellow Roses Candy Lily)
(aka: Iris dichotoma x Iris domestica) This is a lovely strain of candy lilies (Pardanthopsis dichotoma x Belamcanda chinensis)…
Tony Avent knows better than I do about the names, but my plant seems to be the same, a chance seedling in the Shed Bed.
Very few plants escape munching insects here for there is no spraying done. Seeing holes in the leaves of the passion flower, Passiflora incarnata makes us very happy, for it is the host plant to the larvae of the Gulf fritillary butterfly. We have not seen any of the black and orange catts yet, or burnt orange adults, but the plethora of vines that have sprung up leads to a belief that a herd of them will arrive soon.
This lowly baby blue morning glory caught the camera’s eye, growing in the asphalt pavement in front of the mailbox down at the street. There is a whole garden of plants springing up out of the cracks there, some good, some awful like the crabgrass that I detest. It’s been quite a year for flowers.