The weather has been a double-edged sword lately: on the one hand the alternating (unbearable) heat and (torrential) rain have made my garden go apeshit, but on the other hand it is miserable weather for working in the yard — always either disgustingly muggy or actively pouring. If the forecast holds, though, I should be able to get back out there this weekend and mow and weed and whatnot.
It’s been almost exactly a month since the big front bed got its deep topdressing of topsoil. (Read about that adventure here.) The weeds are finally poking through. Mostly (and not surprisingly) it’s grass and ferns that are busting clods, but I also have two of these. Know what it is? A RADISH. Seriously. I’m not mad (and I’m totally going to eat them) but . . . WTF?
My super-cool new plant find, Digiplexus “Illumination Flame’ (a cross between a foxglove and its lesser-known cousin Isoplexis) is blooming. There’s a cinnamon-colored heuchera at its feet for some analogous color. (Holy crap, Mrs. Schatz, I actually retained some of that color theory from art class!)
My bold decision to rid the yard of roses (see here) is paying off. I have seen not one teeny weeny spot on the leaves of our apple trees. But we do have something unusual: apples! About a dozen on each tree. About damn time.
We planted a peach tree last year, intending to espalier it. We’ve never gotten around to it because “having the extra money for lumber and hardware” and “Matt having some free time to take me to the lumberyard” have not favorably aligned. In the meantime the little tree seems perfectly happy. In fact, it’s actually producing! There are about five little bitty fuzzy wuzzy baby peaches on the tree. This one, the biggest, is only about the size of a walnut. Looooook at it. LOOK AT IT. Isn’t it friggin’ adorable? It’s like a little hamster butt or something.
The herb garden is also running amok. L to R (and then up and over and L to R some more) I have thyme, basil, tarragon, oregano, parsley, rosemary, dill, marjoram, sage, and chives. In the other half (not pictured) the sweet woodruff is growing exponentially and my frost-damaged lavender is making a late comeback. (The tisane herbs, spearmint and lemon balm, are prepping for yard domination.) This is my favorite part of the garden, you may be surprised to learn. Plain as it is, I think it’s just as pretty as anything ornamental out front, and when its growing I get to put fresh herbs in breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which makes every damn thing taste gourmet.