Each morning when I sit down with my coffee to write my post I usually have Ivy laying on the small side table where I keep my laptop, pawing at me to pet her. If I don’t pet her fast enough, she uses her head to poke at my arms.
Meanwhile I have Charlie laying next to my feet popping up to go out every little bit due to his morning diuretic pill I’ve given him for his heart.
Mornings are a bit busy around here.
Right now Ivy is on the craft cabinet looking for the shadow that she knows will eventually appear on the front door. There’s nothing she can do to a shadow, but she will watch it, still as a stone, anyway.
Right now I have very few blooms on the patio. I looked out yesterday afternoon and all my pretty golden yellow zinnias had either fallen over or dried up. I had been out earlier and knew some of the blooms were turning brown. But I didn’t expect this rapid change.
Reluctantly I took my snippers and cut them way back. They were getting too tall and spindly anyway, but I sure enjoyed those blooms. If they don’t come back in a short time, I will move some of the seedlings into those two pots.
I plan to never be short of zinnias again. Normally they are, from what I read, pretty sturdy and reliable flowers. But this has been a most unusual summer. It rained like there was no tomorrow for weeks, then got hot overnight and has not let up.
The cone flowers were completely gone so I snipped the brownest ones and put those seed heads, along with some of the brownest zinnias, into separate bowls to make sure they are dried out before I label and store them.
So there are a few petunias blooming (very few) and now the herbs are starting to set up blooms. When I snipped some chives to put into my egg salad for lunch yesterday, I noticed that some already had the purple flowers chives are known for.
The herbs like lemon balm that I haven’t cut back have set up little white blooms and the salvia and basil are also blooming.
So what is left of the flowers is morning glories and scabiosa.
I can’t recall a time when I’ve had such a dearth of blooms in July. But I don’t think I’ve experienced such a strange spring and early summer before either.
The force of nature is in charge. We as gardeners are merely the stewards who plant our seeds and then hope for the best weather to nurture them.
Something is eating the top leaves of my Japanese Maple. Has anyone had this happen before?
I just got up to feed Charlie his daily boiled egg, which I cut up into pieces for him to be able to eat. And I gave Ivy her teaspoon of canned food back in the bedroom.
I had forgotten to give Charlie his powdered medication to strengthen his heart with his earlier doses of medicine this morning, so I sprinkled it on his egg. Then watched to make sure he ate it all before Ivy appeared on the scene.
Ivy likes his egg almost as much as he does. She also likes his dog food. Toothless Charlie can’t eat all that fast. Ivy will plant her big self in front of his plate and start wolfing his food down. So I stand and police their eating.
The other alternative is to pick Ivy up. But that is quite a chore. First, Ivy is heavy. Second, she doesn’t like to be picked up. She is certainly not a lap cat.
When you pick her up she goes limp. It’s like picking up a 5 pound sack of potatoes with 1 pound of potatoes in it.
Last night I was able to have one of my tomatoes on my veggie burger. I sliced up one of the sweet peppers I brought in with it and added it to the hamburger bun.
I don’t want to waste the peppers and I’ve now kind of gotten accustomed to eating a veggie burger with sweet peppers.
A meal seems to taste so much better when you have grown what you’re eating. Have you ever noticed that?
The tomato was pretty tasteless, but the sweet pepper made up for it. You can be sure that next year I will be planting a different kind of tomato plant. And hope that weeks of rain don’t mess things up while they mature.
I am getting a rash of phone calls from organizations wanting donations this past week or so. I don’t answer them. If I did I’d be on the phone half the day. Is this the time of year when organizations do their fund raising?
I’ve also noticed that marketers now use your area code to try to get you to answer the phone. Before it always showed another area code. Oh, they’re getting sneaky.
I get so tired of these spiels about lowering my interest rates and such and such. I just paid off my furniture, so I don’t have any outstanding credit card debt and didn’t have to pay a penny in interest.
Then there are the calls that try to scare you to death about owing taxes. I hate these people who try to profit off fear. They are just trying to take advantage of older folks who they think they can intimidate.
As my accountant has told me many times, the IRS will never call you. They will write you a letter. So I let them leave a message and then delete it.
They’re worse than vultures circling carrion in the road. At least vultures are doing what they’re born to do. The human vultures are just heartless crooks.
I don’t answer my phone unless I know for sure who’s calling.