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I have to crop very closely when taking pictures of my flowers; the garden as a whole is looking scraggly in the extreme. It’s so dry here in the summer that we’re under all sorts of dire water restrictions ($750!! fine if you’re caught watering outside the appointed hours on alternate days — hours which start at midnight and end at I can never remember what hour of the morning, so I mostly end up just not watering), but some of our plants have proved impressively resilient.
(It helps, too, that the roof on that side of the house doesn’t have a gutter. So when it does rain — which isn’t often — that garden gets half the roof’s worth of whatever water there is.)
The rosebush was the one non-weed on that side of the house when we moved in. It was sort of out of control, but I pruned it way back this spring, which was good for it, I think. The gladiolas were gorgeous (they’re done blooming now), the salvia was Habou’s recommendation and is doing great in this sunny, dry spot, and the cosmos were by far the most rewarding of all the seeds Pippo and I planted this spring.
Anyway, when it gets a little cooler we’ll tidy things up a bit and do a little fall gardening. Now I just stand in the crispy grass and enjoy the pretty blooms that we do have.
Pippo and I have been indulging lately in the delightful tradition of ice cream cones outside after dinner. We’re both pretty happy about that.
(We were so good at eating ice cream cones when we were little! We had to be. Our mother taught us to lick all around the outside, then the top to push it down. If we let it drip, she swooped in and took care of it herself! What a blow. Grown-up licks are so much bigger than kid licks. But we learned to savor our ice cream efficiently, and Pippo will too, by golly.)
In other outdoor/gardening news, our neighbor has been boasting to me about his moonflowers since last summer — showing us their beautiful big, white blossoms, and telling me how many seeds he’ll have to share with me soon (that is one of the seed pods above, I’m pretty sure). I’ve been feeling a little guilty for not taking him up on his offer, but then he mentioned, as an aside, that the seeds are poisonous hallucinogenics.
Since my baby’s idea of playing outside involves taste-testing whatever dirt/rocks/mulch/bugs she can get her curious little hands on…
…I’m thinking we might go ahead and pass on the moonflowers this year.
The boys went out to get in a few minutes of wiffleball before bedtime while I cleaned up after dinner. Poor baby really wanted to play too. It’s hard to be left out.
Also, goodness gracious do I have to clean my glass door.