101 Degrees

This squash looks how I feel. I can not believe that it has already hit 100 degrees! I can already feel my SAD (seasonal affective disorder) coming on. I know that most SAD suffering occurs in the winter months when the sun isn't out. But here I get cranky and irritable and sad when it's too hot and sunny. I look outside and it's beautiful. The sun is shining, and the sky is blue. I should be outside enjoying the day.

And then I go outside and end up looking like this:























A dried out gnarled version of myself. It doesn't matter that I've lived here almost sixteen years. It doesn't matter that I know where every watering hole is within a 100-mile radius. It still sucks. One hundred degrees is still about twenty degrees too hot.


















And now I'm worried how this early heat will affect my tomatoes. I've got lots of large green ones but none are ripe. Some are starting to crack before they ripen.























I've heard that tomatoes won't set new fruit when the temperature is above 92. Does this mean that the tomatoes are finished for this season? I built them high-rise condos and now they are only going to need single-story ranch houses?

What about the cucumbers? The lemon cuke just started producing and crawling up the trellis. Is it doomed as well?
















Argh. I feel my irritability rising. I have to remind myself that some flowers are still looking good, even in the heat. I think this zinnia has replaced the red as my favorite. Maybe it actually hasn't unfurled completely, but I love it.
















And the cosmos continue to dazzle me. I went looking for their seed packet the other day to make sure I get them again and found that they were supposed to be orange and yellow, not purple and lavender.
















But that's one surprise I can handle, even enjoy. Summer weather before Memorial Day is not.

Bow Chicka Wow Wow**

WARNING: The following photos are definitely not rated PG.

Note the progression of color of the, um, top anole from brown to green. I'll leave it to you to attribute meaning to the hue change.

**Now with added dialogue.















SHE: I thought you said this was a private shed.















SHE: When is that dog going to stop barking?


















SHE: Omigod! She's taking pictures. Do you think I look fat in this position?
















HE: Huh? Did you say something?

May Bloom Day

I'm a day late, and oh, about twenty blooms short. I really think I should have entitled this post, Not Bloom Day. With a few exceptions, none of my plants are in bloom. Not my Barbados cherry, not any of my buddleia, not my supposedly everblooming Cramoisi superieur, although at least it's alive, unluck the rock rose pictured above. I may be hallucinating or drinking too much wine in service of bed edging, but I think I see some signs of new growth of the pavonia so I'm leaving it until it tells me definitively that it's time to go.

As luck would have it, I got a free, smaller, yet much alive replacement last week, and I just might have some volunteers from who knows where in the free plant zone.
















The cosmos and sweet pea continue to be the star bloomers.
















This week the zinnias joined the fray. I've been anticipating their blooms for a week or so now, and I feel a bit let down. The flowers are fairly small compared to the size of the plants and its leaves. Kind of a bit of all show and no go.




















I do like the red zinnias. I think next year I'll try to just get the red ones.

Performing a bit better for bloom day are the vegetables. The lemon cucumber is blooming like crazy, and I even see the beginnings of a cuke.























Some of my potatoes bloomed a couple of weeks ago. I knew that the blooms were a sign that some taters might be ready.

After some rooting around, lo and behold, my first potatoes:























I know they don't quite fit the theme of bloom day, but I like to think of them as underground blooms. Thanks again to Carol, the garden bloggers' best neighbor, for once again hosting bloom day.

Who Am I?

Lately I've been finding some new friends in my various garden areas. As long as they look good, they are welcome to stay, but I just wish they would introduce themselves.

I'll start with the ones in the free plant area. I saved this plant (above) when we installed the vegetable garden on Lady Bird Lake, which--I will tease you a bit--is going to be on TV! More details to come.

Back to plants. When I removed it, this plant was about 2-3 inches high and seemed more like a groundcover than a plant. Since it's been in my yard, it's grown to about 5-6 inches. Here's a closeup of the leaves:
















Any ideas? On to number two mystery. I throw a lot of seeds back behind the fence and sometimes something grows, but I never keep track of what I throw back there so I am never sure if what comes up is a weed or a plant from one of my seeds.

I have several of these plants coming up.






















Maybe a closeup of the fruit (?) will help you identify this one.























The last one in the free plant zone is a true mystery and may be a weed. I don't remember throwing any seeds in the shady part of the area. If no one can identify them, I will be pulling them. No pressure, unless of course you care about the demise of a plant.























Here's a closeup of the leaves--they are heart shaped with jagged edges. These plants are next to the turk's cap, but I am pretty sure they aren't more turk's cap. The leaves are much smaller.
















Moving on to easier identifications. In a corner of my vegetable garden, I found this plant:























I think it is some sort of pepper even though its leaves are very different than the jalapenos it is growing near.
















This plant is perfectly placed distance wise from the other plants in that bed so I am actually wondering if it's a plant that I planted and then forgot I had! I know! I must take some notes some time. But I am not entirely convinced that I planted this one because it's at the end of a bed that I just put in, and I am fairly certainthink that my plants stopped before this edge.

At least with this plant, time will tell. As it will, for these plants in my new full sun bed.
















This plant is some sort of squash. I just wish I knew which one. I already pulled out one volunteer squash that showed evidence of squash bugs, the reason why I didn't bother to plant any squash in my regular bed. But if this one wants to grow and thrive without needing me to watch it like a hawk for the borers, I'm happy to have it.

I also have a volunteer tomato plant. It too is welcome to stay but it will not be getting its own condo. The full sun bed is already full enough.






















So any suggestions on the mystery plants? What surprises is your garden offering you?

Camping at Colorado Bend

Morning mist over the Colorado River

This weekend we went camping in Colorado Bend state park. We had planned the trip a while ago. My husband was looking forward to a cellphone- and email-free weekend after too many long weeks of work and travel. I was looking forward to communing with nature and eggs and bacon cooked on a campstove.

When the weather forecast predicted a high of 97 for Saturday, I spent Friday night searching for a last-minute cabin with air conditioning. No luck. So we set out for the park, which is about 30 miles west of Lampasas.

I managed to remember everything we needed, except my camera, so these photos are from our previous trip to the park in October 2006.























We headed down this path alongside the river about one mile to the hike-in camping area. I used to be a hardcore camper; I've hiked in for miles and stayed for days with just what I could carry on my back. But, as I've gotten older, I've started wanting to eat more than meal-in-a-cup and drink more than water.

So we used my new anniversary present to help us haul coolers of food and beverage and lots and lots of water to our site. I may have lost some of my hardcore cred, but I'll give it up any day to have a cold beer after swimming in the river.























I wish I could have gotten picture of the abundant wildlife. We saw an armadillo hop. The dog was equally as scared. We saw a large raccoon trying its best to get in our cooler. We heard the deer splashing in the river during the night. I saw a tarantula and a painted bunting.

Two large herons fished north and south of my husband, who thinks he was unsuccessful at his fishing efforts because the troutbass were mating. (My husband's co-worker who is really into fishing thinks they were bass, but that really messes up my pun!) He claims to have seen a female trout releasing its eggs, with two males ready to fertilize them. I can't verify his menage à trout story, but I couldn't resist the pun.

I also wish I could have gotten photos of some of the flora in bloom. I'm in the middle of training to become a National Wildlife Federation Habitat Steward, and I've garnered a new level of respect for role the plants play in feeding and harboring wildlife. I've never been a huge fan of inland sea oats before, but now that I know how much it provides for the wildlife, I've started to find them more beautiful. They covered the shady river side. The Mexican hat and gayfeather were also in bloom.















During the last trip I visited Gorman Falls.























This time we rented a kayak and boated down to the falls near the end of the Spicewood Springs trail. I think we can now firmly confirm that the dog does not enjoy kayaking. She much prefers to have earth, water, or rocks beneath her feet.























We were as happy as she was to be there, especially once the temperatures dropped and the other campers left. We've found that the best time to camp is on a Sunday night. Most people have left by early afternoon, and almost no one comes to camp after them. We had the whole place to ourselves, with a private beach on the Colorado. Not bad for $7 a night.

My Blue Period

The latest blooms on the sweetpeas are a lovely light and dark blue. They are using the cosmos as a trellis.
















In a couple of days, the zinnias will enter into the color chaos in the cutting garden. I don't remember what color they will be so it will be a nice surprise.

In the front yard I'm having more a purple phase. The Chinese ground orchid that was so small at Zilker Garden Fest that the seller gave me a discount is blooming.























The heartleaf skullcap (probably the strangest named plant, at least in my yard) is blooming like crazy.























I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that the shady front yard will never support the variety of bloom color that I would like. But I am beginning to appreciate the nuances of green in the yard. I mean with blog called Vert, shouldn't I?










And yet, the colors of the cosmos just make me smile.
















And I'm not the only one.
















Who are your plants making smile these days?

A Mixed Bag of Mulch

Yesterday MSS and I went to the city's recycling center to pick up our free glass mulch. (She took some pictures, which I hope she will post because I didn't bring my camera.) Given the size of Austin, it's actually a pretty small facility (maybe there are others?).

Karl, who couldn't have been nicer, showed us where the mulch was and warned us about how heavy the tiny pieces of glass could get. He also explained that the workers there spend almost all their time sorting out nonrecyclable items that are in the with the recyclables. The list of what is recyclable may be smaller than what you think. Karl can't wait for the single stream recycling--all materials will go in one container and many more items will be accepted--that the city is supposed to be rolling out in the fall. A computer will then sort those items.

MSS and I filled all the containers we brought and filled my small car. Next time I think we will both wear better shoes. I wasn't even thinking when I wore my gardening crocs--too many holes for the small pieces of glass to fall in.

The glass itself is somewhat tumbled and smooth for the most part, but I wouldn't put it where any sensitive, bare feet or paws will be walking. You could still put it in an area where people will be walking, if you are fairly confident they will be wearing shoes.

At first glance, I was a wee bit disappointed. The glass looked more like sand, and I could see nonglass items in the mulch, mainly plastic and metals pieces that were probably caps to glass bottles. But Karl assured us that , the sand would disappear with a little rain, the labels would disappear with a little wind, the plastic wouldn't be as visible, and we'd be left with pretty, sparkly mulch.

I put the mulch down in the front in area between the driveway and the walkway that will be part of the new walkway, if I ever get around to it. I've tried to grow plants there but they are always getting trampled, because there isn't enough room to step from the car to the driveway or walkway.

Sometimes visitors just don't see the plants. Last summer my neighbors' African grey parrot got loose and settled in a tree in my frontyard for a few hours. Earlier that morning I had seen the father, mother, and child running through the alleyway behind our house with some sort of net. It was really quite funny to watch. About an hour later I heard some weird bird calls out front and opened the door to find my neighbors in the front with a ladder trying to coax their bird down.

The parrot wasn't budging. It had smelled freedom and was making the most of it. I offered the neighbors coffee and a phone so E. could call into work and let the office know he'd be in late because his parrot got away. (Wouldn't you have liked to have been on the receiving end of that call?)

E. was understandably somewhat oblivious to the struggling plants he was trampling with the ladder. G., his wife, caught me wincing, but I said nothing because really, what could I do? They needed to get the bird--their son was near tears--and those plants weren't exactly huge.

After a few hours, the parrot zoomed down and buzzed its owners before flying back up and alighting in another neighbor's tree. Another few hours later, the owners got their parrot back after squirting him down with a super soaker water toy.

That evening, G. came by with a huge bouquet of stargazer lilies as a thank you for letting her family trample my plants.

And really, once you see the plants, you'll see that I came out way ahead on that exchange.

Here are the fairly pathetic looking pigeon berry plants and two new mint plants.
















When I took this picture, I was not happy with how the mulch or this area looked. Since I needed to water the mint anyway, I watered the whole area, hoping that the rinsed mulch would improve the look.
















The mulch looked better, but the area didn't. The problem is the plants. They are too small, too spread out, and just not right. As everyone steps on this area already, I think moving the plants and leaving this area as just mulch will fix it. I think the pigeon berry will survive moving. I just hope the mint will too. These plants are my third or fourth attempt to grow mint. It may be invasive for other gardeners, but I've never even grown enough to make a decent mojito.













I'm much happier with how the mulch looks in the free plant area/alleyway. It sparkles and highlights the variegated agave MSS gave me quite well. (That is one promiscuous agave--its pups have gotten around from MSS to Pam, back to MSS, to her friend, and now to me.)

I obviously need a lot more mulch for that area so I will be going back. Karl said he'd take care of me.