Sunday, September 14, 2014

Survivors?

This time of year I want to save everything in my garden. I hate to think of my plants crispy and dead so I have a tendency to think I can overwinter my favorites. I'm usually wrong but I try it every fall anyway.

Like this pretty little abutilon. This might be Temple Bells but even if it's not I'm calling it that anyway. It goes with the Buddha. It's now on my kitchen table under the skylight.

I know better than to try to save the dwarf papyrus. I killed one last winter.
I hauled in most of the succulents before the temps went down to 33 degrees the other night. This tray is supposedly water-tight. I'll find out.
I love that big echeveria. The older leaves are hail-pitted several times over. Thank you, Rocky Mountain weather.
You can almost spot one of those cobwebby-looking cacti. Kind of creepy but it matches my decor.
I should be thinking about getting the "fern room" ready in the basement. It's an empty room with two bright windows. With a tarp on the floor it serves as a winter nursery for a dozen ferns, a couple of hibiscus and some jasmine. By the middle of winter it's a huge mess with dead leaves littering the tarp and me losing all ambition to keep them watered.

Just thinking about it makes me tired. I'll put my feet up instead and work on it tomorrow.






 

Friday, September 12, 2014

Zapped

I think these morning glories got zapped during our low temps last night. They were pretty while they lasted but I never got a ton of blooms at once. Late bloomers.

I can only hope these nasty Japanese beetles got zapped too. Japanese beetles in Colorado? A first for me. Good thing I retired in time to drown them in soapy water twice a day. Actually they're quite pretty, but not when they're devouring Graham Thomas.

 

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Fun with Waterlogue

It looks like Monet just painted my garden. I love this app called "Waterlogue." I'm sure I'll be bored with it soon but for now here are the watercolor renderings followed by the real thing.

Cool, huh? So if you want to be an artist, apparently there's an app for that!

Monday, May 12, 2014

The merry, merry, month of May(uary)

This is just wrong. It's May, not January. We're supposed to "bring flowers of the fairest and flowers of the rarest" not whack snow off our fully leafed-out trees.

I left nothing to chance when it came to the alliums that are in their prime. I almost had enough garbage cans but a quick trip to Lowe's netted these blue ones. Colorful, right?

So glad I did.

Happy May! It's supposed to be 80 next weekend in Mary's Garden.

 

Thursday, May 08, 2014

Purple on a Stick

The alliums are blooming. I find it very amusing to look out the window and see these purple lollipops.
A couple of "everlasting" alliums thrown into the mix appeal to my sense of humor. I've had people ask me what those big starburst flowers are. I tell them "metal".

I'd forgotten there were some allium bulbs planted in with the catmint. I like the colors together. But look at the spearmint taking over again. The only way I'll get rid of it is to move.

See the one lone cane in the tuteur above? That's what's left of Graham Thomas. It was a tough winter. The creatures in my garden thought it was tough too. That's apparently why they're taking it easy now. Really, rabbit? Can't you see I'm right there? Aren't you the least bit afraid of me?
Apparently not. And neither is this squirrel, lounging in a ratty looking birdhouse.
That reminds me, I really should paint the birdhouse, and my own house trim. But not purple.


Monday, March 31, 2014

Racing the wind

It looks like this bunny is racing to bring Spring weather and Easter eggs but bunny is not quite making it. A tease day here and there but the wind is howling now. Lazy gardeners prefer nice weather for their outdoor cleanup chores. Hasn't happened yet.

 

Thursday, March 06, 2014

Tropical topic

I went to Mexico for a couple of weeks. I need an occasional tropical fix because even though I've lived in Colorado all my adult life, I haven't forgotten growing up with a beach and palm trees all around. Tropical foliage gladdens my heart!
In Puerto Vallarta, bougainvilleas are everywhere, climbing as vines, cascading over walls, and grown as standards. Pinks and purples, yellow, orange, red, sometimes all of those forming a colorful umbrella overhead while strolling the streets. Love them.

I walked the beach looking for sea glass. I found these seaweed-covered rocks. When the waves hit them they had streaming green hairdos.

The streets are lined with colorful market stalls. Bargaining is expected and you're supposed to play. You can test a vendor's resolve by walking away. They probably won't let you. 'No, gracias' is a good phrase to keep in mind.

How about a refreshing drink of coconut milk? A pile of coconuts is a pretty good indication there is a machete-wielding vendor close by.

He chopped the tops off of our coconuts and plunked in a straw. Drink up! Actually not very tasty. We noticed that the locals liked theirs spiced up with limes and hot sauce. I passed on that. Rum might have helped though.

I have an old pair of Minnetonka sandals that I've worn out but love. I can't find new ones in that style so I took them to a huarache store and asked them to make me a new pair. This is Marco Antonia cutting out the pieces for my new sandals with a curved knife.

He sewed them together on this machine.

Old sandal, new sandal. Not bad for 400 pesos, about $28 USD.

We needed to go to the grocery store and load up on pan dulce, sweet bread. In other words, pastries for breakfast. You take a metal tray and tongs and walk around making your choices. The senorita then wraps everything up for you. We might have gotten a few too many.

Shouldn't these eggs be refrigerated? Ah well, when in Rome, or Mexico...

The Mexican Army is a familiar sight on the streets. The automatic weapons a little off-putting. Never fear, it's quite normal for a show of weapons here.

Time for dinner. The Dubious Gardener was very fond of this molcajete full of seafood. I saw octopus suckers in it. No thank you. Grilled dorado in garlic butter suits me just fine.

Back to the balcony in time for sunset. This is my attempt at a selfie, trying to stretch my arm as far as I could to avoid double chins. This is serious business.

And my reward, a beautiful sunset.

And afterglow in the sky.

But then back to normalcy. Mountains, and clouds like fields of snow. Which was what it was actually doing below them. Welcome home, goodbye tropics.