In the Garden: In Rememberance of Blooms Past

Now that you have the big picture, let's focus on some of the early (spring) flowers that I have.

This is the geranium everyone wanted to remove last year. Seriously, I had to tell two different people—and one of them twice—that it was a plant and not a weed.

I cut back the other geranium (Johnson's Blue). I love how this spills out onto the path. And I look forward to the re-bloom in the fall.

I've also recently deadheaded the salvia. This is "Caradonna." Two weeks ago or so, I put two more in on the other side of the agastache. It's the right height. But I do hate how it flops when it's done.

Nothing like the baptisia, however, that m-effer finishes blooming and it cannot hold itself up at all. Probably needs more sun, definitely needs for me to put the giant cage on it at the right time. The cage is just so giant, it looks stupid and I can't bring myself to believe this plant gets so huge year after year. Here it is flopping around and hiding the clematis. 

Here's something that you may find unusual, it's zizia auria or golden Alexander. This native plant is pretty widespread but sadly lacking in representation in the garden. I found it when my MIL and I went to Bowman's Wildflower Preserve a few years ago. I bought it because the blooms end up looking like this (right). I see fireworks. Now if only it were still blooming...

I know some people don't like to put the self-seeders in their gardens, but I'm casual about that. Like when these volunteers showed up*, I just let them be. Hey, if they want to propagate all over this garden, that's a-okay with me. Less weeding. Allegedly…

*Yup, they're growing between the air conditioning unit and the house. I've left them because they are spreading! For free!

I Was in the Garden: Weeks Ago

I haven't made many posts this summer, and it's mostly because I've been doing so very many other (non-stitching) things. I've decided to talk to you a little bit about where I have been, and that's the garden.

I still haven't weeded and mulched the whole garden. (And the parts that I have done are already in need of further attention. Sigh.) And forget about all the changes I wanted to make on the side garden. I still have time. Right? RIGHT??

This is my purple island garden. I tend to give it the most attention (well, you know what I mean) because it is right there out in front of our house. This photo was taken a few weeks ago, and now it looks like a jungle more lush and crowded. (A jungle that desperately needs weeding!)


You can see here that I've got some spindly looking day lilies. I recently divided them from five to ten. Next year, they'll be fabulous. Right now, well, at least they're blooming. If I were any kind of a gardener, I'd get out there and take care of the yellow leaves. (I have watered, since mother nature hasn't been cooperative.)

The clematis went wild this year. My mother is blaming/crediting the harsh winter. I'm crediting the fact that I weeded and not the "helpers" I had last year who ripped out a couple of vines (and the geranium, they did not want to leave that alone). And, though I moan about their "help" at least the whole garden was mulched in a day. And it looked good for, like, 15 minutes or something.

Can you tell I have weeding on my mind and in my future?

Can't Leave You Hangin'

Sweet Baby Rea

Loving: Nieces. Two (more) of them! And now they are both home and ready to keep their parents on their toes!
Needing: See "Planning."
Making: Dinner. And that means lots of new recipes for vegetables I've never cooked before (fava beans, garlic scapes, etc). (Check out my new board on Pinterest, "What the Hell, Farm Share.") 
Planning: Vacations! Vancouver, Maine, Seattle...
Reading: The Rosey Project, You're Wearing That? and Looking for Alaska. The first was cute but I always find it troubling when the love of a good woman can cure....(in this case Aspergers/borderline Aspergers). As my mother always said, "never marry with intent to change [him]."
Watching: Films! We're taking them out of the library and also heading over to the Bryn Mawr Film Institute more regularly. This week we've seen American Hustle and Chef. 
Listening: Bach Harpsichord Concertos. And this weekend, Ryan Adams.

Special K

Baby Cocoon

Special K, resting at home, modeling her condom*, sleeve**, cocoon. Sissy sent me this photo, which was good of her because all the pictures I have of me holding the baby while she wore it have her looking rather upset.

My sainted aunt was disappointed with the "Baby R" nickname. I read her message to the Dude. "Sweet Baby Rea," he said, "No, Sugar Rea." So Sugar Rea it is. She was getting there with her bottle feeding--six in a row and then, she fell asleep when daddy was feeding her. But she is very close to coming home.Probably the end of the week. Which gives me a chance to fix the dropped stitches in her sock.***

(******There have been a number of descriptors for this project. I was trying to describe what it would be to someone when I was first starting; I came up with "condom" which was greeted with delight at Sunday dinner. My sister keeps calling it a "sleeve" which to me likens the baby to a tablet or a phone. My admin kept calling it a sock when I showed her this photo. Whatever you call it, it's precious.) (Yes, it's supposed to be a form of swaddling, but Special K doesn't like to feel pinned down. Where have I heard that before?)

Twin Knits

I finished the baby cocoons just in time. Special K has gone home from the NICU. Poor Baby R is there by her lonesome. K had some trouble sleeping; you just know she misses her big sister. But R hasn't made her way through an entire bottle yet, so they just can't let her go home. Mom, Dad, and little sister will be really happy when she joins them. 

This cocoon, which looks really blah without a baby inside, was made following Laurel Love's Cocoon free pattern. One came out better than the other mostly because it took me a while to get used to knitting on four needles again. (The pattern is written for magic loop, but I don't know it and didn't have time to learn. Never fear, I shall!) Anyway, once the babies were here, I somehow found my knitting mojo.

IRL, the yarn is a soft baby pink!

More Sad News

Dear Friends, we have lost another old lady from library stitching. My liberal friend whose cancer returned lost her battle on Friday.

She brought in her broken toy for diagnosis. She reunited the Dos Passos USA Trilogy volumes at the library book sale and gave Louise Erdrich and Michael Doris a good home. She would tell the funniest self-deprecating stories. And she was definitely one of the women who taught me about dealing with the nemesis:

no one is unkind to her (surprisingly) and they let her dish out her "advice" (it's not really advice when you are telling people how they should do things as if you were the only one who knows the absolutely correct approach to all things), sometimes even going so far as soliciting her ideas. Really, I'm simply amazed. I think the other ladies are teaching me valuable lessons in friendship. 

I'll never forget when the nemesis was going on about the Obama birth certificate (seriously), my friend had the most amazing way of derailing the conversation with good grace and good humor. (I think she said something about a tinfoil hat, but that may be my imagination.)

I am privileged to have known her. When I was told she had been moved to hospice, I got off my ass (for once!) and wrote to her. I am so glad I did. I hope she will rest in peace.

Weekend Surprise

I emerged from the garden (still weeding and mulching) to go visit babies today. When I opened the passenger door, lo! the missing floss. I never would have looked there (but I have taken everything out of my stitching bag four separate times).  Thanks to those who offered to replace it. It's wonderful to have such reliable stitching friends, the sort of friends who know how important such offers are. Cheers!