omg, you darlings! You haz NO idea. I am SO beat. Lemmetellya what’s up. My garden. Is. A. Wreck! But! it’s a wreck in a good way, if I choose to pull those lemons off the Meyer tree and make lemonade. I guess. Mostly it’s just a grass/weed-choked disaster. This garden season was a beast! 90+F days, followed by torrential rains, meant no work could be done – and it just sucked the heart right out of me. Foxtail abounded – if I were to show you a photo of my kitchen garden, you’d think it was post-Apocalyptic, there is just so much grass & weeds. I fought it for about 3 days – then I said ‘feck it’ and sat my fat butt down and ogled my dahlias. Well, some of my dahlias.
Dahlias. Those bishes. Some of them are barely speaking to me. Lemmetellya about THEM! Weird fluctuations in temps means I have some that haven’t even budded yet! Of course, my gorgeous Labyrinth is putting on an AMAZING show. She can be fickle, but this year she came through.
The other reliable, Café au Lait, is sighing and weeping her way to maybe putting out a flush of blooms – we’ll see. Dahls are usually pretty easygoing but this year has been weird (I potted them up later than usual) and I think not having them bloom contributed to my ennui.
I was set to just lift the dahls for Winter – and be done with it. Then Kay came along.
You know how, sometimes, there’s one thing, ONE THING? that can spark a movement? Well, for me, it was Kay pruning one of my smoke bushes. For several years the Hill Border has been a wreck – and a lot of it is due to this MASSIVE smoke bush, some 20′ tall and 6′ wide, where you actually have to hang on to a branch if you want to get around it. I wanted to limb it up as a standard but lacked the energy and the nerve. Kay said ‘hold my tea’ (she doesn’t drink) and went to town on that dawg – and the resultant pruning revealed all sorts of Crazy underneath. A 10′ Silk Road lily, trying to find some sun through the canopy! Enough Creeping Charlie to choke a rhino! A poor struggling rose! That opening of the bush (into a tree) just galvanized me – and I’ve been weeding and digging and hoeing ever since.
Guess what? Smoke bush green cuttings smell eerily of contemporary Diorella! Seriously! That odd, vegetal-floral-chem thing that makes Diorella so intriguing? It’s in the green wood of a smoke bush! Kay’s no perfumista but she has a good nose – and as we were hauling the green wood to the burn pile she said ‘ wow, this really smells beautiful!’ – I’d been trying to attach a perfume to the smell and Diorella was what I came up with!
Anise Hyssop. I love the smell of Anise Hyssop, along with Bronze Fennel, both of which are in my garden. Now is the time when I start to cut back for winter and the air is redolent of licorice as the stems get bruised. I don’t wear anise/licorice scents well (Brin Reglisse makes my nose itch and omg DO NOT GET ME STARTED on Fresh Index Pomegranate Anise! Ow!) but I do love the scent in Nature. The best part is coming upon a sweater, the next day, after you’ve dug up some Bronze Fennel – it just smells so fab!
I moved 10 mature hostas this weekend. I had to move them while they are big so I could remember how big they get – every year I forget, and end up losing lilies and roses somewhere in that foliage. Digging a 4′ dia hosta is no mean feat, lemmetellya (again). But getting them back in the ground is a piece of cake – I just heel ’em in and they say thenkyouveddymuch and do whatever it is hostas do to keep from dying. They’re pretty hardy. My Krossa Regals spent a full year (including Winter) outside, in pots, with less than an inch of dirt covering them (long story, don’t judge me!). They are foine! In fact, they are in even better shape than they were before I dug ’em up! The fact that I got these in the ground, IN A HOLE (of sorts) all in the same hour? Miracle. They’ll probably double in size! I don’t need no steenkeeng perfume – I am awash in Smug Righteousness! 😉
So. Obviously I’m doing nothing other than whining about how tired I am and how much work I did and omg do you care? Of course you don’t! But you are all such polite darlings, so tell me what you did this weekend and I’ll have The Girl pull some winnahs.
And what is it with you guys commenting on a Draw day, then not coming back to see if you’ve won? Heartbreaking! So don’t forget: if you comment today, come back in 2 weeks to see what’s what, okay?
Next time? The Great Australian Bake Off, a story about a door (or not) and something called ‘lagenlook’. And what I’m reading (you know I’mo wanna know what you’re reading, as well!) But right now? there’s a hot shower & 2 Aleve with my name on ’em!