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Jun. 8th, 2005 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickIt's summer. It used to be spring, late spring, but it is now summer. The heat is hot and sticky and relentless. We've had a real thunderstorm, with high winds and lightning and everything. The horses have gone from when are they ever going to shed out to sleek, fat creatures who smell faintly of sweat because the temperature and relative humidity are both over 80 and they don't cool very effectively in that climate. Meatly, in particular, looks like complete hell. I'll have to get a picture so that you can see how huge she is.
In the garden, June is bustin' out all over.
The two views of yellow flower, above, are an Iris pseudocoras. They're relatively easy to grow and don't need much effort. I like the heavy veining on these and they're not something everyone has. They start to bloom about a week and a half to two weeks after your average german bearded iris.
The above is Gerald Darby, another kind of iris. He's got purple-tinted stems and, like I. pseudocoras, above, survived the Great Borer Attack of 2003. Many others perished, but these two beardless iris lived along with I. graminea (a species iris) and some purple siberian iris that I no longer remember the name of. They could be Caesar's Brother. I dunno. Whatever they are, they are healthy sumbitches.
The above are the two sensible colors of peony I have. I also have a garish pink, but those haven't bloomed yet. The red trumpet honeysuckle is covered in blooms, a fact that is making the hummingbirds reasonably happy. I sat on the stoop earlier this week, pulled off flowers, nipped the bottom end of each one carefully, and sucked out the nectar. There's a small drop per blossom, enough to taste the sweet but not more than that.
The chives are blooming, light purple balls indicating that whatever my gardener status may be, I should not be trusted with herbs. It's not my fault. Mom gave me chives and never bothered to ask me if I ate chives. They're reasonably well-behaved in their clump, though, so I don't worry too much about them. If they were mint, it'd be another story entirely. Mint... I can't eat the stuff fast enough, so I rip it out about once every two weeks.
In the garden, June is bustin' out all over.
The two views of yellow flower, above, are an Iris pseudocoras. They're relatively easy to grow and don't need much effort. I like the heavy veining on these and they're not something everyone has. They start to bloom about a week and a half to two weeks after your average german bearded iris.
The above is Gerald Darby, another kind of iris. He's got purple-tinted stems and, like I. pseudocoras, above, survived the Great Borer Attack of 2003. Many others perished, but these two beardless iris lived along with I. graminea (a species iris) and some purple siberian iris that I no longer remember the name of. They could be Caesar's Brother. I dunno. Whatever they are, they are healthy sumbitches.
The above are the two sensible colors of peony I have. I also have a garish pink, but those haven't bloomed yet. The red trumpet honeysuckle is covered in blooms, a fact that is making the hummingbirds reasonably happy. I sat on the stoop earlier this week, pulled off flowers, nipped the bottom end of each one carefully, and sucked out the nectar. There's a small drop per blossom, enough to taste the sweet but not more than that.
The chives are blooming, light purple balls indicating that whatever my gardener status may be, I should not be trusted with herbs. It's not my fault. Mom gave me chives and never bothered to ask me if I ate chives. They're reasonably well-behaved in their clump, though, so I don't worry too much about them. If they were mint, it'd be another story entirely. Mint... I can't eat the stuff fast enough, so I rip it out about once every two weeks.
