Yikes, is that scary-looking frost or what? I've never seen it so spiky. But that's what you get when there is fog day after day, with no wind. These photos are from last week.
One of our regular visitors, a White-breasted Nuthatch:
Pursuing sanctity, one vintage kitchen find (and vodka) at a time
|Prairie storm: the light is always so spectacular.|
|I can't remember how many years ago I planted this bulb, but this was the first year it bloomed! It only gave me one flower, but hey, who's complaining? Too bad she was splashed by mud, for it had just rained.|
|My Hollyhocks must have been eight or nine feet tall this year. I wish I'd measured.|
|If by now, you have concluded lilies are my favourite flower, you are correct.|
|But I love Hollyhocks too. The candy-pink ones were lovely this year.|
|And these! Just gorgeous. I don't know where this strain came from; this is the first year they showed up in my garden, and I couldn't be more delighted.|
|A long-shot of my rather messy, un-culled perennial bed. |
I call it the "St. Francis bed," because he watches over it, and sometimes gives the birds a snack.
|I love my potted plants too.|
|The whole Hollyhock gang, at sunrise.|
|When you have insomnia at 5:00 a.m. in July, this is what you do:|
come outside and take pictures of your flowers and the sunrise.
|My pride and joy (actually, one of many): Montenegro Asiatic Lily|
|Back to Hollyhocks.|
|A bouquet I made for my Mom and Dad. Everything came from our backyard.|
|From my rose bush. One of my daughters made this bouquet for me.|
|Relaxing on the patio at sunset. |
"Pace" salsa jars make great tealight holders! (And Pace means "peace" in Latin.)
|Good night, sleep tight. The Lord fills the earth with His love.|
|One of the lovely photos at|
|Left to Right: 2 rows potatoes, 1 row onions, 2 rows peas, 2 rows beans (one bush bean, one pole bean--they are beside the wrought-iron rail), 1 row carrots. The tomato plants are on the far right. Though you can't see it, they are, at this point, confined to their cages (which were meant to 'support' the plants, a quaint notion to which, if tomato plants could talk, they would have responded, "Bwahahahaha").|
|A few weeks later: the peas are finished (hence the empty patch), and the pole beans have swallowed the railing. To the right, the tomatoes are starting to rebel and take over the east side of the garden. (There is a cucumber plant lying low to the left of the tomatoes, but eventually it disappeared.)|
|Can you spot the tomato cages? Neither can I. The plants became monstrous. They rose up out of the soil, crushed and swallowed the cages, and then proceeded to spread across the garden. Imagine putting a corset of pipe cleaners on a baby boa constrictor, and hoping it would confine him in some way. That was the story of my tomato cages.|
|What began as two neat rows of 15 plants became a tangled tomatoey jungle.|
|Close-up evidence of a cage on my Roma tomatoes. The plants were so huge and bore so many tomatoes, that the formerly upright cage was wrenched and twisted, and left at a 45-degree angle by the plant. |
Although I'm happy we can grow so many vegetables, my true gardening enjoyment comes from the flowers. Here are a few snaps, with more to come another day.