Cameras can create reality, especially with a little help from a blog. Ain’t it grand?
On my recent Now Blooming post, a good blogging friend, Julia Munroe Martin made the comment, “I love reading your blog about it [gardening] because you make it look easy!” I not only make it look easy, I also choose to show you the shots that make it look good. Julia’s comment gave me the idea of showing you what doesn’t look so easy, or good. So this post is dedicated to all my blogging friends and readers out there who have to live with reality, and not carefully framed and subsequently cropped camera shots, when they look out a window.
The yellow foliage you see are my anemic bleeding hearts that really need to be cut to the ground. Put that on my to-do list.
These irises are neatly trimmed.
But these renegade ones with the spiking leaves are looking a little bizarre right now.
This is a good one. These are my newly, and not neatly or requested, pruned hostas that I planted this year. Somebody’s been having a party.
This is supposed to be moonbeam morning glories, and I believe the leaves with holes in them are the morning glories. The other heart-shaped leaves belong to some kind of uninvited vine. I’m still holding out hope for the morning glories. The red flower belongs to the Mandeville which is doing fine and is also climbing the trellis.
Here’s a classic mistake. My bad. When we planted the daisies a year or two ago, seen at the left edge of this photo, I thought it might be cool to have short daisies in front of tall daisies. I actually think the height difference does not look cool, and unfortunately, the vanilla-colored daylilies, my favorites, are blooming at the same time, right behind the gargantuan daisies. Gardening 101 – never plant tall plants in front of short ones. Note to self: transplant tall daisies after they’re done blooming.
Here’s a closer view where you can see how the daisies are stealing the show from the daylilies. Not good. Even if I do like daisies.
And here’s your run of the mill weed the size of a corn stalk. It’s not the only weed in these gardens as you might have guessed, but I thought it was particularly noteworthy.
Are you all sick of the tales of the Chameleon ivy yet? I know I am. Here is the left end of our Angel Garden. Pretty, isn’t it?
You might not have noticed these dead plants we transplanted after removing the ivy when the drought struck right at the same time that Mark put the sprinkler system out of commission by breaking it in not one but three places while digging out ivy. Casualties of the ongoing war against the Chameleon.
In some ways, you’ve got to admire this persistent plant. I wish you could see it here, but the lighting wasn’t right. In this hole that Mark dug under this landscaping boulder, many ivy plants, full of mature leaves were happily thriving in this dark cave. It’s truly remarkable. If Mark hadn’t pulled them out today and filled the hole back in, I would go out there right now and take a photo with a flash, just so you could see. Alas, you’ll have to take my word for it.
Here’s a section of the garden where the ivy has come back. The first time we “got rid” of it here, we evidently didn’t dig deep enough. It’s back with a vengeance. My latest strategy is to simply pull the plants up, depriving the monster motor, and brains, of the invasive and diabolical organism that lies below the dirt of its energy from the sun as synthesized through these seemingly innocent leaves that are at times even attractive, although they emit an unpleasant, in fact downright disgusting, pungent odor. I’m yanking them until we can get around to finishing them off.
If I wasn’t being painfully honest, I could show you this photo and pass it off as a picture of our daylilies, where you would in all likelihood focus your attention. Or you might notice the angel or the rock with the play of light. You might not even see the ivy, if I didn’t point it out.
Or I could show you a photo from this angle, and you might notice the angel, or the white daisies, and probably wouldn’t even pick up on the fact that they are dwarfing the daylilies.
I love these daylilies.
Here’s a good one. Anybody recognize this? And no, it is not somewhere deep in a woods far away from the house,
but a mere two feet from the St. Francis garden right beside where all my wildflowers, grown from handfuls of cast seeds, have graciously decided to put on a show.
I’ve got spent Spirea to shear,
boxwoods to trim,
and mangled leaves of a big-leaf hosta to remove (probably due to my pressure washer exuberance over the weekend).
Doesn’t the sidewalk look nice? I spent a whole afternoon cleaning moss off of it with the pressure washer. I didn’t even know the sidewalk was that dirty until I started cleaning it. If you’re OCD and you don’t have a pressure washer, you should go get yourself one. Very satisfying.
I’m going to leave you with this hidden picture challenge. Can you find the barberry bush? Neither can I. It looks ridiculous and it’s got to go. Put that on my to-do list too.
The truth is out there.
Have faith. There’s always cameras.