The garden is a hot mess these days.
By early August I all but stop weeding.
The flowers and weeds mingle together and are given free rein.
The hardest part of all is letting the flowers die.
But dying is part of living and
the circle of life goes on.
I wish I could remember what the flower above is called? It's camelia something?
Maybe one of you remembers. I grew them in my very first real garden in Northwest Arkansas.
Finding the seed again was thrilling and I've saved it and
the plant is wonderful for reseeding itself as well.
I'm pretty sure these are new babies right here.
They may actually have time to grow and bloom before first frost.
That is if the roots have found soil since I did lay cardboard down for mulch.
Time will tell.
I'll let these pods dry out abit and will save some even though
they pop up all over the garden anyways. I think I'd like to start some up at my Mommas
My dear olde friend Gardenerwoman got me completely hooked on basil.
I will absolutely enjoy gathering seed from this bunch.
The heavy scent... is intoxicating!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will never forget Gardenerwoman handing me a dixie cup of basil that she'd planted herself.
"Thankyou," I replied for the thoughtful gift.
"Don't thank me," she scolded.
"You must never thank someone for a plant."
I smile just now thinking of her.
Gardenerwoman taught me so many things about life as I followed her around.
We talked about God alot and she often scolded me with great love.
My favorite scolding was her saying,
"That's not for you to worry about... THAT'S God's business."
(she was so right)
I saw much of her today as I walked around my own garden.
She saved and shared her seed with me in more ways than one.
Notice the trumpet vine growing up the front of the greenhouse here?
Yep; that was her seed too.
Soon as it dries up around here I'll be spending hours saving seed.
Here's a mess of fennel- one of my most favorite of all time plants to grow.
The swallowtail caterpillars love it and it's so feathery and flowy ... I really
can't get enough of it. And who doesn't love the scent of black licorice?
Okay maybe alot of you don't... but I could nearly roll in it like an olde calico in catnip.
The zinnia are also another yearly gathering.
Most are left to bloom their heads off in the garden but I do love jarfuls of cut flowers as well.
The more you cut the more they bloom it seems.
But then it all winds down eventually ... to this.
Lately I'm becoming more selective and tend to save
these giant cactus zinnias the most.
The apricot pink, and salmon colored ones are my very favorite!
That shade of pink against the blue 48 chevy is a color combo I'm smitten with.
I noticed today that there are a few new buds on this bunch over here.
They will likely be the last bouquet of the year.
The little campfire did so well and was a blast to watch grow.
After the petunias withered up in the pot that hung over the "fire,"
I took it down and hung a hummingbird feeder until the marigolds
are all spent. I've been hoping they hurry on up because I think I could
pull those out and replant and maybe they'd be blooming right on time for Fall.
The seed I'll save though. There's gonna be a lot!
Part of me loves the wildness and letting go of it all right now...
And my extra time can be spent painting and art journaling instead.
Well, I need to start some supper for my sweetheart.
So I sign off with a scripture picture.
I looked up the meaning of water lilies and read several
different things. My favorite was "pure in heart."
So this scripture seemed fitting.
have a wonderful weekend,
Leaon Mary xoxo