Despite a bit of neglect in the middle of the month while I was in Chicago, the garden survived by and large intact through June. Some of the lettuce and bok choy bolted because of the heat, and that bright green grassy lawn dried to the dull brown that I will be looking at over the next few months. Because watering lawns is just, well, people do it, I’m sure, but I don’t. In terms of additions to the garden in June, I mainly focused on things I could eat, rather than ornamentals, because that was the kind of mood I was in.
I established a bunch of herbs, including teeny tiny rosemary and lavender plants by the porch that will hopefully grow large and glorious with time, along with thyme and oregano in one of my pots:
And marjoram and tarragon in the other:
Hopefully these guys will sprawl out so I will have greenery when the bulbs are not around, but the bulbs will still have room to grow through them. That is the plan anyway. Assuming the deer don’t have plans of their own, which they probably do, being deer and all.
The lemon cucumbers are chugging along, although they weren’t stoked about the lack of water in the middle of the month:
All is not a void in ornamental land! The parrot’s beak in the other pot is doing well:
And the ‘Golden Gate’ rhododendron that I planted is settling in very nicely:
Ground cover, doing what it does best:
After all the mesclun mix bolted, I was left with a bed and needed something to do, and I thought ‘why not grow corn?’ But then I thought ‘it is too late to get corn going’ and dismissed the idea, until I was picking up herbs and noticed a flat of corn seedlings. So. Corn:
Hopefully it takes off and does well. Corn is a bit of a water hog, so I feel sort of guilty for growing it, but then again, this number of plants is unlikely to cause the well to explode.
Another project for June was the beginnings of a patio off the back door, with the assistance of Fabulous Landlord[1. We are a hilarious team because I am extremely impatient and useful for things like brute labour, i.e. digging holes, but not very much good at, like thinking things out and organising, while he actually plans things and is fastidious and neat, so we have exchanges like ‘now can we put the sand in?!’ ‘no, we need to do (something with footings and stuff) first.’ ‘Ok, well, how about NOW?!’]:
I promise, it will be glorious someday.