Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Well I guess I've turned into a regular Mary Freakin' Poppins over the last year or so, what with all the namby pamby gardening and flower posts. Long gone are the posts about slinging steel and chasing men and my whackadoo rantings about how all that was once a helluva time. Well, that's what happens when you get decrepit, not to mentioned married. Haha! Do I sound pissed off enough yet? I'm not I assure you. It just struck me as kinda funny as I was trying to decide what to post about tonight. It's been rainy and ungodly humid the past few days and my bones are killing me. I'm a little better tonight but still feel like somebody stomped a mudhole in me and walked it dry. Haha, Jack had never heard that expression before and thought it was so funny. That was very common to hear on the jobsites. I should make a list of all the old expressions while I can still remember them. And NO!! you are not going to have to hear me complain forever now about all my physical ailments. I shall not be constantly telling you about my lumbago (whatever that is) and my hemorrhoids and the typhoid and cat scratch fever I got last week. Just a tweak of information if I sound a little ill. Imagine what Jack must put up with. He is a real sweetheart to me. More than I deserve.
Sorry for the suck ass photo above. I should know better than to take a picture like that. It has absolutely no visual interest at all because I stuck the subject matter right IN the center of the composition and...it's too far away. At any rate, I was very happy to see this flower because I have been trying for years to get this astilbe to bloom. I've dragged this stupid plant all over my land trying to find the perfect shady and very damp but not too wet spot for it. I guess it thinks it's a new nomadic variety. And yes, I realize I'm the stupid one because it took me 3 years to think to put it down by the creek. Loves it there apparently. Now watch the deer eat it.
This store bought hydrangea had bloomed before but not much. Last year would have been good but the rats with hooves, as Woody puts it, decided they would taste test alllll the stems that had a little bud on the end. I guess they remembered they didn't really like it or else now think it is a native because they haven't bothered it. These plants are all down near the creek and away from the house and my fearless (as long as it's just a deer) watch dog, so I have to pick things that the deer just won't like.
The blue is nice and it's striking in the vibrant, green shade. I like the funky, abnormal shape of the blooms too. Slowly I am building up the visual interest along the driveway with flowers and shrubs so that you see more than just weeds and trees. My goal is to eventually have it lined with all sorts of blooms and textures.
This is the "snowball" type hydrangea that Jack won at the daylily sale we went to a couple of years ago. I don't know the actual species or type so if you do please feel free to pipe up. It has settled in well and growing. The deer obliged to prune it too for me last year. Little craps. We missed the daylily sale yet again this year as we had already made plans to go to Mobile. I hope to get back to it next year.
These blooms dry really well so maybe I'll snag a couple for that. So, well, there's yet another flower tour for you. I keep talking trash about showing ya'll some house goings-on but I haven't got very far on any of that. I have gathered all my materials to start the job..but that's about it. In my defense I have been throwing a good bit when my back is not trying to kill me so that is taking some time. Hopefully I can get caught up a bit on that soon. It just never ends really though. You never get caught up. You never get done all you want to it seems. Oh well....that is a whole 'nuther rant!!