You know the saying about how "a watched pot never boils"? True, also, with seeds. I have placed the Sweet Pea along the fence, where it holds it's own but is not twining up the fence yet. When The Beautiful Redhead was about 3, I called her "sweet pea" one evening and she looked at me very seriously, then wrinkled her adorable little brow and asked "Did you just call me sweet pee? Thus began her floral and faunal education.
The Four O'Clock's have been springing forth and the Astors have their heads above aground, but there they just sit. I clipped back some Panseys to make them bush out. The Lavendar, well, I don't even want to talk about the Lavendar. It's apparently not my thing. Yet. In fact, I am a little bit mad at Lavendar and sorely disppointed in my Lavendar specifically. It could not care any less. Oh, well. Same goes for the Lily of the Valley, although I continue to watch hopefully, fool that I am. How it can be so hard to get something that will take over started is, at present, the great mystery of my life. Which reminds me, I have a very good life.
Digging around in the dirt of an old stump that I am going to plant Lambshire all around, I found this.
It about scared me to death, and, call me what you will, my first thought was "devil's, ahem, member". I don't know if it's supposed to be a mushroom or if it's some kind of fungus or what, but I left it alone to find out. Because I like to live without a safety net, I guess. And I also am contemplating what my first thought reveals about the way my mind works, but that is another post, my dears. Anyway, if you know what this is, let me know. My nightmares will thank you.
As if to make up for it, this afternoon I found this. I just bent down to pull up a thistle and there it was, waiting for me.
This took me back to what seems, in retrospect, to have been many afternoons spent with my mother on a blanket in the yard. I cannot be sure if we did that kind of thing all the time or I just remember the one time we found a four leaf clover. Either way, my mother carried that four leaf clover in her wallet till the end of her days on earth. It brought her back to me in a way that is becoming quite familiar. When I planted the Morning Glory seeds along the fence she was with me. I clearly remember the first time she planted them, and how excited she was when they came up, and it happened down here.
Part of her legacy to me is the fact that I am putting in lots of flowers, both perrenial and wild. She loved the wildflowers, as I do, and I have spent many days recently slowly walking through my yard and transplanting the great variety into the beds. Wild Phlox, Daiseys, Bachelor's Buttons, and Four O'Clocks will line the driveway and house.
Iris will bloom along the ditch in front on the street. Just about any kind of flower you can imagine that grows wild will make bigger and bigger beds until there is hopefully little left to mow.
At least, that is my plan. Next year, just more. Maybe move 'em around a bit, but basically just let nature take over. I plan to just pull it out and give other people starts every year.
Also available is plenty of ground cover, in the form of vines, including Trumpet Vine galore. I planted a couple of Willow trees, along with Honeysuckle and a Wasillia Bush from Janine. I don't know if I spelled that right but either I did or spellcheck doesn't know the difference either. This is what the world has come to.
We will see what happens. Despite the appearance of the Devil's member, we will just focus on the four leaf clover.