A few weeks ago, when I was in the deepest throws of despair about the decrepit state of my garden, I hauled myself off to the feed store to see if I could find a few plants to put in the ground. I needed to confirm to myself that I did not have gangrene in my green thumb.
When I got there I found a paltry selection of tired plants, and I added to the ambiance by moping around and poking at what was left of the summer selection.
I finally located two flowers. A Sweet William and an Aster.
The Sweet Williams will not bloom till next year. It's their nature.
But the Aster has taken advantage of its new situation and is blooming before winter.
I'm taking note of it, because not one, but two times I went out to find that one of the gray squirrels had almost dug it up. I don't know WHAT he was looking for, but he never found it. I located a small bit of chicken wire and made a deterrent to idle excavations.
We are experiencing record breaking heat these last few days, and it is a weariness.
However, the weather people are saying we are going to get a sharp drop in the temperatures, and maybe even some rain.
I should send them a note not to tease us in any way right now.
We can't take it.
We are too fragile.
But the Aster seems optimistic.
I'll try to take my cue from him.
I think it's a him.
Don't ask me why.
(You are so weird, you know that?)
Yeah.
I'm trying to embrace it.
(That's your problem right there. You don't embrace crazy. You beat it off with a stick.)
Sorry, don't have the energy.
It's too hot.
I'm taking note of it, because not one, but two times I went out to find that one of the gray squirrels had almost dug it up. I don't know WHAT he was looking for, but he never found it. I located a small bit of chicken wire and made a deterrent to idle excavations.
We are experiencing record breaking heat these last few days, and it is a weariness.
However, the weather people are saying we are going to get a sharp drop in the temperatures, and maybe even some rain.
I should send them a note not to tease us in any way right now.
We can't take it.
We are too fragile.
But the Aster seems optimistic.
I'll try to take my cue from him.
I think it's a him.
Don't ask me why.
(You are so weird, you know that?)
Yeah.
I'm trying to embrace it.
(That's your problem right there. You don't embrace crazy. You beat it off with a stick.)
Sorry, don't have the energy.
It's too hot.