There is a cornfield near us. Having fulfilled its corn-destiny, only some of the dried husks and stalks remain. Morning glory is growing with abandon and climbing up the cornstalks. . . A testament to how morning glory thrives in hot, dry weather as we’ve had one of the hottest Septembers on record and broke…
September is a month of transition in the garden with summer blooms waning and annuals spent from the summer heat. . .just like me! The creamy-chartreuse Limelight Hydrangea blooms have transitioned from summer to fall to a burnished shade. And the stems are weighted down and heavy with flowers. September’s light has shifted and taken…
By the beginning of August wild vines and volunteers are thriving, unlike the flowers planted, that were faithfully watered and tended to. I chalked up my Potting Shed door with a little garden truth and proverb: “More in a garden grows than the gardener sows”. It certainly applies to the morning glory sprouting up and growing with…
Happy Monday, I hope you had a good weekend! We enjoyed a Red, White, and Blue Ridge Getaway for the 4th of July holiday, and now I’m playing catch up in ‘the garden of weedin’. In addition to the weeds growing, the Limelight hydrangeas burst into bloom while we were away. I have 5 Limelight hydrangeas planted…
Morning Glory has arrived around the Potting Shed. By the end of summer, the wild vines and volunteers are rambling and climbing everywhere. I placed a bottle tree by a patch of Morning Glory that was springing up, giving it a place to climb. (Read–> if you can’t get rid of it, celebrate it ;)…
September is a month of transition in the garden with summer blooms waning and annuals spent from the summer heat. . .just like me. I’m biding my time stalking the gardens centers and waiting not so patiently for pumpkins and ready to add some mums, pansies and ornamental kale! Vines are loving are heat and…
I let out a little farm country *sigh* at the scenery on our way to visit some North Carolina wineries recently, driving though Yadkin and Surry Counties. Farm country, some now growing grapes. . . Still a little tobacco, some soybeans, and corn. . . And more corn as far as the eye could see. . . I…
There is a corn field I’ve been driving by for months. . . just dried husks and stalks remain, having fulfilled its corn-destiny. Rushing by~“to do” list in hand focused on crossing off the next task~ I noticed a flash of blue out of the corner of my eye passing by last week. Beckoned, I was rewarded by the…