It’s pretty sad out there lately. It is supposed to rain in the next few days and I really hope it does. My phlox are all droopy and even the weeds look parched. I’ve been noticing what is drought tolerant. The native turtlehead and false dragonshead are looking glossy and fresh, of course the sword-like iris leaves look fine, and the peony bushes are glossy, dark green and chipper.
Heliotrope, yarrow, delphinium, catmint, lavender and other herbs, and zinnias look great. The sunflowers seem OK, and hosta are hanging in there, but most other plants in the garden are just awful looking. We are watering the newly planted bushes and the hydrangea heavily. Everyone else is on their own. Oh, and David is watering the vegetable garden, too. Don’t look, Rachel, here is the beautiful garden spider in the meditation garden:
We hung the new chimes in the entry of the meditation garden, but it was too loud at night, so we’ve moved it to a less breezy, more remote spot. Here it is before we moved it:We’re both quite conservative about garden art and garden furniture. It’s partly that frugal is David’s middle name, and it’s partly that we are fussy about what we want in the garden. But years ago I commissioned a local artist Max Coots to create several pieces of garden art. One is what we call the froad, because it looks like a cross between a toad and a frog. Max made it with a golden ball under one foot and a crown on its head. Here it is peeking out from the catmint, under the hydrangea. The other piece that Max made, a dragon playing the upright string bass, turned out to be too exquisite to be put outside–it lives on top of the piano for all to admire. At Christmas the dragon sports a tinsel scarf.
Well, I’d better stop here and get to work! Classes start in a few days, and as usual I’m writing syllabi at the last minute!