Here is August. The heat lingers into the last week, but there is an underlying coolness that speaks of fall.
Early in the morning, while the air was still fresh, I gathered up another wheelbarrow full of errant weeds and non-blooming violets. (What are these large violets that grow so voraciously in every nook and cranny)?
Yesterday I pruned the east side of the barn flower as it was leaning heavily to that side and pressing the new growth of delphinium to the ground.
The Canna's increase in bloom each day, and are looking quite spectacular.
One of my fall garden tasks must be to hunt up some yellow marking tape and tie it on each of the plants that need to be moved next spring, to make more room for its neighbour and give the garden a more civilized look.
I dream of a four foot swath around the outside edge of the garden as home to all these sturdy plants. Charles sees it as a spot for a thriving vegetable garden! He is pleased with the cucumbers and tomatoes and peppers we are enjoying from the garden.
The days are hot and sultry, - typically August. It is hard on the garden and the beautiful white phlox is looking tired and bedraggled, - even disheveled.
There is a faint and delicate flush of roses, (as opposed to a hearty one) and the Cannas grow more lovely every day.
The first of the asters is in bloom - the bush grows tall and elegant and soon it will be a marvelous purple bar for bees and butterflies. As the sunflowers are for the sweet gold finches that frequent the strip.
Here are the Canna lilies, as promised. Still not in full bloom, but showing promise of being absolutely spectacular.
I walked with Dorothy to the car when she left this morning, but didn't make it back to the house for an hour and a half. There are three quite enormous piles waiting on the driveway for the wheelbarrow to trundle by. The garden is beginning to look less 'jungle-like' (except of course for the barn flowers) The rain was welcome, but very hard on the phlox, and it bent the barn flowers side-ways so that they are leaning precariously atop the delphinium that are putting on tremendous growth right now.
Around the perimeter of the garden where the delphinium have spread, eager for a little space and a view of the meadows, some of them have budded and in a week or so we will have a second flush of lovely pastel bloom.
The nasturtiums remind me of my grandmother's garden where they grew along the pathways. And the chickweed. It grew abundantly under the back 'stoop', cooling the crawl space and making it green and moist and inviting when the afternoons grew hot and sultry.
The delicate pink poppies keep opening their paper thin petals to the hot sun, and are matched by a pretty pink double cosmos, a volunteer from last year.
The lovely pristine white phlox, - a charming cool spot to temper these hot days.
And here is the barn flower, wildly rampant but gloriously asserting itself in the middle of the garden. Its last year for such shenanigans, - next year it can be glorious off in the background somewhere and I will replace it with a red, red rose.
Miss Callie, who yesterday disgraced herself by bringing a tiny hummingbird into the house in her mouth....... Dorothy says perhaps it was already dead, - Charles questions whether Miss Callie is fast enough for a hummingbird. I just grieve that nature is so red in tooth and claw....
We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden."
For I am fugitive, I am very fugitive -
Those that come after me will gather these roses, And watch, as I do now, the white wisteria burst, in the sunshines, from its pale green sheath.
Planned. Planted. Established. Then neglected, Till at last the loiterer by the gate will wonder At the old, old cottage, the old wooden cottage, And say, 'One might build here, the view is glorious; This must have been a pretty garden once.' -Mary Ursula Bethell, Time, 1929
We lived at the back of our son's horse pasture and had a wonderful view of the Similkameen Valley. Then we
moved to town, and although we still lived in the same beautiful valley we saw it from a different perspective, and sometimes telephone wires get in the way.
Hildred writes Daybyday,
Charles wrote From the Back Pasture. He was writing at great urging from the family to record some of the stories of his life and his family memories.
We had reached the point in our lives where we had time to appreciate the beauty of each day and were happy we had the energy to enjoy it. In 2012 we celebrated our 67th wedding anniversary, but then I lost my darling husband when he fell and broke his hip, and did not recover from the resulting surgery. Life has changed for me considerably......
Off to the side - a Garden Diary to keep track of what happens Down the Garden Path.
And a Recollection Blog, to keep alive the memories of our families.