We're continuing to breathe in torrid, humid, sticky air as the temperatures
remain stuck in the 90's, and have been for almost a month.
Today we should see 98F by mid-afternoon.
The garden is now sad. . . . . patchy, browned out grass, nothing much blooming,
color mostly just shades of green.
Gardening in the South is on the back burner at this time of year.
I planted very little this Spring. Knowing we'd be traveling often and not wanting to
bother the neighbors with watering chores, I just said forget it - there's always next year.
No veggies, and no annuals for color other than seeds in pots for these annual
morning glories - they seem to survive with little attention.
There's something magical about waking up to blooming morning glories - wide awake
and clambering up whatever they can wind their tendrils around - here mine grab on to
the jasmine vine, and the old peeling paint potting bench which to me is just too pretty to
repaint - yet!
They are glorious in the morning, then close their petals in an almost audacious swirl
by afternoon. This continues daily for several months come rain or shine.
I did purchase two hanging Boston ferns for the porch on my return from
England - I'd even put that off because they would require drinks and daily misting
in the expected high temperatures.
So gardening friends, I have nothing much to show you right now.
Soon I'll be sharing more of my dear friend Jackie's beautiful English garden.
You'll then understand why I could easily move back just to be able to
grow real cottage garden flowers.