The first cucumbers are ready, as well as the first picking of green beans. I have cut Swiss chard twice and pulled some baby beets.
Rain accompanied the thunder storm on Thursday evening and by Sunday afternoon the soil was just right for weeding.
At 93 F. it was too hot to be in the garden!
I spent the afternoon puttering with the plants on the porch.
I snipped off faded blossoms, trimmed and repotted a lank Swedish ivy, moved the store-bought rosemary from its peat pot into a proper home.
Bobby Mac flopped on the floor after I swept away the mess of soil and plant bits.
The nasturtiums need to be groomed at least twice a week.
I moved them from the cement landing below the side steps as they were getting too much direct sun.
I carefully picked off shriveled blooms and sun-bleached leaves.
There is a cosmos in the pot--rather incongruous; I mistook it for a tiny signet marigold when I lifted it from the border--by the time I realized my error it was flourishing and I left it in the pot.
Strangely, the signets didn't produce any volunteer plants.
Begonias and repotted ivy in the shady corner of the south-facing porch.
The tuberous-rooted begonia is on its 3rd or 4th season.
It spends winters in the small storeroom in the basement, reviving in the spring when moved to daylight and watered.
The spring flush of bloom in the border has 'gone by.'
The self-sown cosmos have taken over.
Jim planted several tomatoes much too close to my flowers, but I let them stay.
As the midday heat drained away I went to work on the grass that has grown alongside the border.
I use my garden fork to loosen an area of soil then down on my creaking knees to pick out the grass and other small weeds.
Last summer I battled the emergence of turnips which had been sown as a cover crop before the former owners had this 'topsoil' drawn in.
I had hoped we could do more to amend the soil before it was time to plant veg.
In reality, I was hoping Jim would find time to construct some raised beds.
I was surprised to find this morning that there had been a shower sometime in the night.
By late morning I judged the soil dry enough to continue weeding.
I worked along both 'legs' of the border, then down a row of green beans, picking beans as I crawled .
Our neighbor/renter came to borrow Jim's small tiller.
When he returned it later, he ran it along the edges of the remaining veg rows.
I spread the two bags of mulch I had on hand--discovering that one contained the usual brown mulch, while the one more recently purchased was inky black.
I need several more bags of mulch--will get it all at the same garden shop, all the same color!
I took several short breaks during the day, but was pushing myself to finish what I had started.
I was sweaty, aching, grubby, still more needing done when I quit.
The sun was low in the western sky when, showered, shampooed and wearing fresh clothes I plodded down the lane to the mailbox.
I hadn't visited the goats or the barn cats, so detoured to scoop up a kitten for a moment's cuddle, and then quick pats on the little goatly heads poked through the fence.
I made myself an ambitious mental list of projects to delve into with Jim away for a week.
[One does not have to prepare proper meals when the man of the house is not in residence!]
Thus far the garden chores have had priority.
During the past hour I have felt fatigue settling heavily on my bones.
I am thinking rather longingly of the wide bed with its crisp cotton sheets.
Tomorrow is another day!
Double orange daylily discovered by daughter G. along the old Gradyville RD in 2013.
We decided it was unusual enough to warrant digging up a clump for each of us.
One of three unwelcome garden pests discovered Sunday morning.
The south-facing border before I began weeding.
Sky before the storm Thursday evening.
Eerie half-light during the storm.
As the storm rumbled away a double rainbow appeared, back lit by the setting sun.
Darkness moving in.
Willis by clary sage--photo with flash.
Weeding in progress.