It's with a great deal of trepidation, and full acknowledgement that I've been known to drift away from such things as easily as I drift into them, that I plan to attempt an ongoing series, of sorts, pertaining to garden-ish things, to the state-of-the-land-ish things -- of which this is the fourth installment. :) You can find the first here, the second here and the third here...
Things are, once again, difficult here, chez nous. Girl-child is in crisis and the past week has been fraught with confusion, worry and the interminable waiting that is the admissions process at the hospital. But, things have settled (as much as they can) and we have her home on a weekend pass.
As such, I briefly contemplated not doing this garden update, having reached a point of utter exhaustion and general despair...because, all things considered, who gives a rat's arse about the fecking garden right now?
Turns out, I do.
It's a well-worn cliche, but there's a great deal of peace and healing to be found amid the wild and flowered things.
We're in the grip of a hideous heat wave. A heat 'event', actually. It's 40+C with the humidex and with near on 100% humidity, it really is that disgusting. I've stopped looking at the weather forecast because I don't need any more excuses to be glum. It'll pass when it passes and not a moment too soon.
The roses are in bloom -- tirelessly so. My bedraggled darlings are stoic, bless them. I don't walk past without first burying my snout in their deliciousness. Even when I'm crouched down, murdering countless borage seedlings*, the sweet perfume is a balm to my ragged nerves.
The lavender is also blooming merrily away....I hadn't thought I'd love it as much as I do...but it's difficult not to be charmed by it. I have plans to harvest just a bit of it....for Chrimbly makes. :)
We had some heavy rains last week -- much appreciated, as things have been a bit scant in the precipitation department -- and the yarrow and feverfew got a bit pummeled. I had to stake the feverfew, as it was encroaching upon some lavender and the adolescent calendula, but otherwise the effect is one of glorious abundance. There's something very pleasing about everyone lounging into one another, mixing and mingling like the most riotous of midsummer parties. The coneflowers are poking up bristly heads and I look forward to the next emergence.
I wish I could say that I take full advantage of the aforementioned rainy days but, alas, my rainy day habits tend more towards the lounging about reading books or watching old comfort-films. Last rainy weekend I watched The Railway Children and Lost in Austen. It takes me all day to watch a movie...I have to stop periodically to potter about, tending to people and animals, or making tea. Also, those sorts of films make me want to pause and savour them...much like when I'm reading a clutch-to-my-bosom-and-sigh book.
On the subject of films, I tried to watch The Secret Garden the other day but found it quite unsatisfactory. I couldn't put my finger on it -- something about the child actors with terrible English accents...then I realized that it was a Hallmark production and that explained everything. :) Disappointing, to say the least. I ended up switching it off. The Secret Garden is one of my very best favourite childhood (and, let's be fair, well-into-adulthood) books and I didn't want it tarnished by shoddy adaptation. But that's just me.
The milkweed is all a-bloom but I've yet to see any activity on it. I'm not sure if it's too early or what. I've also noticed a sharp decline in bee visits, despite the abundance of bee-happy blooms all about the place. The cropper who rents the fields nearby was spraying his poisons on the robot-soybeans a week or so ago and I always live in fear of what that's doing to the bird and butterfly and bee people.
But, this post has been an exercise in happy mindfulness, so I won't go there just now, if that's alright with you, Dear Reader. There are times when I feel able for climbing onto my soapbox, but that time isn't right now. There are battles to be fought closer to home these days.
There...that feels better. Much like my wander in the garden at 6am, the wander through these photos has replenished my weary heart and bolstered my battered soul. I feel blessed beyond measure to have this place to call home....cliches are cliches for a reason, I suppose. :)
*borage has to be one of the absolute most generous of plants...I've only ever planted it once and yet, year after year, there are literally bezillions of new 'volunteers'...to the point that a little crowd-control is in order. :)