Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, Mani the purebred border collie, your popular host, here to bring you the latest news from the garden. You may remember me from such posts as “Beyond Super Roasting”, among so many, many others.
He also said calling myself “your popular host” sounded a bit high and mighty, but I heard an Indian cooking show on YouTube where the chef introduced himself as “your popular host”, so there you are.
The guy I live with is maybe not hugely happy with the way the Caragana microphylla are growing. They had to be staked, and now the tiny leaves are wilting. (Not because of being staked, but because it’s been so hot and dry.) The two plants were watered with a root soaker, but the guy I live with wonders if the leaves aren’t just too small. Like Japanese maples, here, the leaves are so delicate that they need to be constantly hydrated in order to survive in the sun and dry air.
True, the humidity has been around ten to fifteen percent during the day (“a bit muggy”), but that doesn’t seem enough. (The drier the air, the quicker leaves lose water from transpiration.)I guess we’ll see what happens.
The rose ‘Darlow’s Enigma’ is in full flower now, in “the enclosure”. The guy I live with said he’s decided to replace the fences on the north and west sides. I think the apple tree, which you can see on the left, pushed the fences every which way. All the flats of seedlings were moved out of the bulb frame, onto the trough patio, so they would get more sun. Of course they’ll have to be watered a lot more. You can barely see the large trash can, in the lower right, which is filled with water, to dip in with a watering can.And then, there are the weeds. The guy I live with suddenly remembered the grub hoe, which he bought from Smith & Hawken many years ago. This is like a super-serious hoe; the blade was made from “rail steel” in Japan. The handle is ash, or something like that.
I bet by now you are really wondering about the title of today’s post. The guy I live with made me stop on my walk so he could take a picture of Amorpha fruticosa, the false indigo bush, growing along the banks of the canal.
The point-and-shoot really doesn’t do justice to the flowers, but the guy I live with said he couldn’t carry the DSLR and hold the leash at the same time. Especially if he’s carrying a little bag, too. So this is what we have.
Here’s Amorpha nana, in the garden. Also with the point-and-shoot.Well, amorpha refers to the fact that these members of the pea family don’t have wings or a keel on the flowers, the way members of the pea family do, and the name means “without form”, or “formless”, though naturally the guy I live with thought “shapeless” was better.
The only other thing, I guess, is what happened yesterday evening. Everything was normal. Neither of us was doing anything. It was a long, hot day, and we were ready for some leisure time.
But then, the guy I live with made the mistake of looking at the weather forecast, and, yes, there was another severe thunderstorm headed our way. Number Four for us, this year. (The closer you live to the mountains, here, the less likely you are to get these storms, except this year, it seems. In general, as the storms move out onto the plains, they build in intensity, and usually all we get is a little rain and a lot of darkness.) The forecast said high winds, damage to trees and roofs, and so he told me to be prepared to go downstairs to hide.
Until next time, then.