Still no rain. It’s bought a ticket though, and ETA is tomorrow. Mad rush to get things done outside. Not that there won’t be any more sunny fall breaks, but as a disciplined responsible semi-adult person I do not procrastinate– no, I do what needs to be done, and at the first opportunity. [wink]
It has become a strangely beautiful outdoor world. I know the coming rain will rip off all the golden leaves and plaster them to the dead dry grass, but for right now it’s still like living in the yellow-to-green stripes of the rainbow, with a few peeks at the red.
It might be Indian summer, although we haven’t had any cold weather yet, except for at night.
The nights are chilly, into the 40’s F, but the days warm up to room temperature in the sunny afternoons. The birds are singing like spring this morning, and if it weren’t for the wasp nest in the firewood pile, I’d be feeling quite at one with nature.
I’ve discovered the economy of shopping for shrubs and perennials in the fall. Not only is it a fine time to plant, nurseries are also anxious to sell rather than keep plants over another winter. In short, it’s common to find huge mark-downs–huge like 50% off. Some plants have outgrown their pots, been sunburned or otherwise lost their Disneyland perfection, but they are priced accordingly and, I can testify, they react quickly to a little friendly care.
The three small hebe plants below were in three-inch pots, and their roots were dizzy from circling. I put them into gallons for a while, and they have hope of living long and prospering in the borders where I have since planted them.
I’ve found nice lavenders for $1 each, perennial daisies for the same, and a sale on blooming hardy dwarf plumbago plants. I’ve kind of avoided plumbago in the past, and when I consider the reason I realize that the name brings to mind back pain–very unfair to the plant of course. I love the blue flowers and colored fall leaves, and while I understand that it may spread, I don’t think that will bother me either.
Next is my bargain, slightly sunburned but half-price dogwood “Summer Fun” (who names these things?)
I have been dogwood-less, and this one has variegated leaves with pink edges which, as I have recently entered my Contrasting Foliage period, was very appealing. It is a smallish dogwood so I put it near the house in the morning sun. I am very excited about it. Mr. O, who has some unreasonable bias against dogwoods, has graciously accepted it as part of his landscape fate.
In other news, I chopped down the raspberry row.
They are virtually impossible to keep adequately watered in late summer, and the crops have always been disappointing. If I enjoyed raspberries more I might try harder, but I have a cunning plan to dig out the berry plants and put in a couple of hop vines to grow on the trellis stucture instead. There will only be two plants to keep watered instead of a huge row, and I do hope they can follow my instructions regarding horizontality.
You know I like my gardening very exciting and risky, like when I planted the sunflowers in late summer, which turns out to be the sure-fire path to miniature sunflowers (just like if anyone wanted those).
Here is a tiny (2 inch) bloom, embellished by trick photography…