We’re getting a terrific break in weather out here in the Pacific Northwest. It’s perfect for gardening–coolish, cloudy mornings, and sunny afternoons. Yesterday, we had rain, and it’s supposed to last a few days–much to the chagrin of William, the household autosport enthusiast. 2016 Vintage Races at Portland International Raceway this weekend.
Pumpkin has gotten so accustomed to me heading out in the garden first thing, that she’s taken to standing outside the patio door barking if I don’t get right out there. Work, smirk. Persistence is a Chow Chow breed characteristic, so they say. Hah, that’s putting it politely.
I wish I could let the kitties outside with us too, because Mister really needs a job. (I don’t want them to get tangled up with a car or coyote or let them hurt birdies.) For being so sweet, Mister keeps me terrifically busy trying to stay ahead of him. To his credit, no claws ever–though he has perfected the art boneless kitty when I catch him in the act: he’s big, he heavy, and he’s proud of it.
It’ll be a miracle if he doesn’t toss that speaker to floor–even though he swears he won’t.
Meanwhile, the garden beckons. With the rain we’ve had, I can probably wrestle out a few weeds–maybe even move a couple plants. Bill attached a trellis from the metalwork caper for a Betty Miles Passionflower Vine.
Surely, I can get that in today. Only thing holding me up are those damnable violets planted by the previous owner: they are sneaky little devils, insinuating themselves into every bed. Curses.
Not to mention other plants-in-waiting. Plus I’m thinking of going to the nursery today. I admit it. I have a problem. More plants is never enough. Well, more plants and more compost too. Perfectly normal gardener think, correct?
Maybe I should wait to make the decision of what goes where when I have more to choose from.
Do you do get giddy when the weather tosses you a break? Right now, so many possibilities have suddenly presented–I don’t know which way to run. Though I generally find, if I succumb to Pumpkin’s urging and just go outside, I’ll find plenty of garden chores.
And a couple more shots–just because everything looks so terrific in rain beads.
I cannot get enough Jasmine. My pals at Xera Nursery are starting to notice. In my defense, I don’t plant them all in my yard. I slip some into the neighbors’ yards as well. See, not nutty at all.
I found this Trochodendron at Hardy Plant Society Spring Sale. I was hemming and hawing, even though it was on my list. Then I ran into Paul Bonine, and told him about it and it’s bargain price. He said: GET BACK OVER THERE AND BUY IT.
“Well, I didn’t mess around a bit: I took him up on what he said…”
How’s things in your neck of the gardening world? What’s your weather doing? It is my sincere hope that your plants are performing their hearts out–and that you’re taking lots of pictures to share with the rest of us. More plants. More pictures. Who’s with me?
Cheers.