Friends, it has been insufferably hot. So hot that I feel like my brain is slowly cooking inside my skull. I’m not down with it. At all. Any of it. Any ounce of creative inspiration has been siphoned away into the heat sink that is my head. So things are growing, and here are some pictures of them.
I thought I’d lead off with some things I didn’t plant, because nature is wonderful and all of that. Now that we’ve cleared out some of the trees on the Southeast corner, some things are creeping in with much delight.
Including rhodies, which are really flourishing now that they have breathing room. (None of the cultivated rhodies I planted bloomed this year, because somebody didn’t bother fertilising them. Ahem.)
My bulbs are starting to give up in the heat, much like me, but here are some shots from April and May. These little punks here have been going like gangbusters and I should divide them this year so they’ll be happier come next spring.
Bearded irises remain one of my favourite plants. I can’t quite explain it. It’s that delicate, ineffable scent, and their graceful stalks, and big showy flowers, and just…there’s something about them that makes me really happy. And these seem to be thriving, so yay?
Douglas irises are nice too I guess.
My California buckeye is completely stoked on life. This tree is here because prior tenants tossed a seed into the yard, not really expecting anything to happen because they don’t really grow on the coast. Apparently this tree did not get the memo about not really growing on the coast because uh yeah.
Finally, beets. They’re progressing. And soon I am going to eat them.