I am beginning to feel the need to return to doing normal things, and the weatherâ€™s cooperating as well. Today should top off at about 80, a perfect summer afternoon. SO. I found a lot of joy in a simple walk around the yard with the old cybershot on this Friday, JULY 27, and first, letâ€™s just try to see the colors of July. Some of these â€œcolorsâ€ have already been brought into the house.
You canâ€™t miss signs of high summer wherever you go. Hasnâ€™t every human driven by a field of cut, dried, and just baled alfalfa, that’s then called “hay” in a gorgeous setting? Or is this just a western experience?
But then, Iâ€™d be going on a tour. Back at home, a lovely Geranium is on the deck, but itâ€™s the leaves I am enjoying:
The colors of just these humble leaves are worthy of their own photo.
Some dahlias are beginning their week of glory indoors:
But the champ Marigold hybrids from some six-pack starters at Portland Nursery have surprised me in their beauty:
The hydrangea truly has deepened in its blue state since getting a bit of aluminum sulphate:
A closer look though is fun, there are complete fantastic mini-mini-flowers inside the big one:
Gladiolas are in their own prime, and besides the usual pinks and yellow, we have a crimson bloom for the first time:
In the last week, the garden was ignored. First it was damp and raining off and on. So it wasnâ€™t looked at. Then the family gathering at Nancyâ€™s took my mind away from here completely. By Thursday it was time to get out there and begin doing maintenance work I KNEW was overdue. Hereâ€™s the grey yard color when it was damp last weekâ€¦â€¦nothing so encouraging then:
But now, one can see this garden has exploded in this last lost week, and many things are taller than I am:
Mac doesnâ€™t look 90 pounds in that picture.
That picture really shows how fast things are now growing.
In this picture, You can see that Iâ€™d already discovered the deer invasions by putting wire/trellis pieces on top of the fence:
Yep, Tomatillos, tomatoes, peppers and lettuce have been seriously munched:
Immediately the motion-sensing deer sprinkler was put out
Iâ€™m also mixing up some hot-pepper spray with eggsâ€¦.in a couple days THAT will deter them. I think weâ€™ll be okayâ€¦â€¦.itâ€™s hurt our peppers more than any other plant.
Still, harvest is going on. Baby lettuces are delicious
Now that all the other work is done, Iâ€™m now drying herbs in the oven at 80 degrees. Hereâ€™s the thyme saying, itâ€™s time:
Hereâ€™s the thyme with some oregano and mint awaiting placement into the ventilated oven:
Hereâ€™s the finished thyme:
Hereâ€™s the finished mint
I’ll also begin drying some parsley. Weâ€™ll be making some pesto, have some baby carrots, and ARE eating yellow crooknecks, tomatoes, cucumbers. Ah, summer.
Thatâ€™s the garden news for July 2007. Last year by this date had seen 11 days over 90. This year only 3 so that explains maybe why weâ€™re a little later doing some things, but the REAL mystery to me is. Last year we hardly had a deer inside that gardenâ€¦.maybe once or twice. This year? Several times and Iâ€™m STILL not convinced it was a deer eating lettuceâ€¦â€¦Iâ€™ll have to ask Robin up there in her gorgeous Seattle acreage if thatâ€™s the case.
Tomorrow? The Tilton Apricots are in! Weâ€™ll have a box back here by 11:00 and be making 2-3 dozen jars of jam
(and fresh bread)â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦. Next weekend? The Waldo Blackberries will be primed at West Union Gardens and?
Weâ€™ll be making a couple dozen jars of Blackberry Jam. Itâ€™s truly HIGH summer.
note to Tater……………….WE have buttermilk AND cornmeal. Looks like tonights the Fried Green Tomato Night!
Whew! Five minutes later………….A mature coyote just walked by this window toward the bird feeders, I thought, but then stopped and simply looked at the deck. By the time I got the nerve to move and get a camera, he had slowly ambled on and is barely discernible in this pic just in front of the blue tarp:
Hmmm. So I guess it’s high summer for everybody. I’m not sure he was looking for a squirrel, or some of the water in the birdbaths.