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| Brynwood Needleworks - June 28, 2020 Kitchen Garden |
By the time we returned from our trip, the weeds were threatening to overtake my kitchen garden. I couldn't delay. I needed to get outside and pull the offenders. Weeding my garden also helps me clear my head. I think that's a good thing, right?
I went out while it was still cool on the southern exposure of the farmhouse, but by the time I was finished, I'd managed to burn the back of my neck. I had a lot of work to do! The good news is that I pulled all the weeds out, and really tidied up the kitchen garden bed.
I'd like to direct your attention to the hollyhocks. Remember when I planted the first five plants along the wall? Well, everything you see (ready to burst with color any day now), was all self-planted by the hollyhocks themselves. I'll take better pictures later in the week, but the deep pink/red, pastel pink and ivory ones have already started to open up.
Mom's daisies are opening, the lavender is in full bloom, and even the lone delphinium is joining in the concert of color. (I need to get more of those!)
I also cleaned up across the walkway, so the geraniums are visible again. Later this week, I'll get into the beds around the new porch and groom those, too. I'm going to add more plants in there - perhaps a few small bushes, so I'll be working in the early morning to beat the mid-day heat. I'm not complaining about it one bit, but I inherited my father's propensity to...ahem...perspire, so cooler and earlier works better for me.
My brother-in-law is coming to visit for a couple of days, so I'm sure Tag can handle his own post tomorrow. Lord knows what he's got planned, but I suspect he'll complain about not being an "only dog". You never know with that guy!
See you again Wednesday! Stay safe and enjoy the week. Remember, we're all in this together. xo
What beautiful flower gardens Donna, you have so many of my own favorites planted. The hollyhocks bring back memories of home, Mom had them growing in her flower bed at the back door, long with roses. So friendly and inviting when you walked into the house.
ReplyDeleteHi Laurie:
ReplyDeleteHollyhocks are flowers of my childhood, too. I remember a white picket fence enclosing our back yard. Along the fence were hollyhocks, then forward to irises and bleeding hearts. In front were forget-me-nots and lily of the valley. I'll eventually add the forget-me-nots, but need to work my way forward to those. I smile every time I walk past the garden...especially now that there are nearly always hummingbirds buzzing in and around the feeders and flowers.
Thanks for your visit and note!
xo
Donna