The garden took a hit this week when hurricane-force winds blew through on Tuesday evening. There has been very little rain around here this spring; the weather maps show rain all around us but we have only had a couple of cloudbursts. On Tuesday we had the high winds and a splattering of rain, not enough to really benefit the garden. The winds knocked over our big tomato plant and the peas that were taller than me. We got them all stood back up, and Greg rigged up a network of twine that's keeping things upright. We have peas now! Not enough to pick for a dinner of peas, ham and shrimp, but we will be there soon.
|Peas! May 27, 2011|
|2011 peahouse, the first of many|
Our gardenias are starting to bloom now, too. I would love to chop these bushes down to about a foot tall after they finish blooming. I am a big believer in pruning. Many people consider pruning to be bad, because they like the look of overgrown ungainly plants. I prefer the way things get all lush after they've been pruned. Right now we will just enjoy the heavenly fragrance of the gardenias. Between the gardenias and the roses, when the breeze is just right it smells like heaven in my front yard.
|The blossoms only last a couple of days but the bushes are loaded with buds|
|Always wondering what the next unraveled leaf will reveal!|
|The onions were weeded this morning after I saw this picture!|
Tomato, cucumber and feta salad
The recipe didn't call for onion, but since I knew my onions were big enough to eat I decided to add one.
This year we have a lot of volunteer plants coming up from ones we planted last year that seeded for this year. Nasturtium, cosmos, and zinnias are everywhere. I noticed something growing by our rosebushes that was not there last year, and that I did not plant. I don't know what these sweet little purple flowers are! If anyone does, please let me know!
|See it? Right under the yellow flower.|
Sadie stays in the yard with me while I'm puttering around. She wanders around smelling everything and randomly barking. My sweet Sadie is 13 now. I hope she'll be around for a few more years; in the meantime, I am cherishing every minute with her and taking lots of pictures. She fills a very large spot in my heart. One of these days I'll get around to writing her story. It's very interesting, involving the front page of the Bristol, Virginia newspaper and a journey from golden retriever rescue in North Little Rock, Arkansas to Leesburg, Virginia, at the tender puppy age of six months.
|Sadie on Patrol|