The Time of Zinnia

It’s when the cutting gardens are finally producing for all the vases/flowers in every room. Well, Lisl’s gardens are. My garden has a row of zinnias that may bloom if the rabbit finally gets himself zapped on the electric fence I have carefully prepared for him.

There actually are other flowers in the garden here for vases. Though only because l keep the sprinkler going. The credit goes to Lily, who gathered seed from her flower gardens to share with us.

Pretty leaves and blossoms too. That’s Clary sage.

Elv is logging the late shift this week. He didn’t get to bed till 2AM last night/this morning. So he was just sitting down to his coffee when I was leaving for work at nine. It means that I have long evenings to pick Japanese beetles off the roses and grapes.

And to take a few pictures. August is doing the good things in our funny little gardens here, as she always does, but I had forgotten.

I’m sitting outside this beautiful evening, looking at the garden and listening to the music next door, the voices of horse shoe players, and the sprinkler. Always the sprinkler. It’s still so dry. The only reason for grapes and flowers and grass is the sprinkler.

I notice that I ought to spray the baby apple trees. And how huge the honeysuckle bush has gotten. The red poppies that I love so much are dried up ready to be trimmed down. The seed pods pour out their tiny black seeds for next year’s flowers.I saved some, too.  The rose hips could be used for something or left on the bush for the birds.

Farmers from Iowa were at the store today. I enjoy visiting with this couple each year. Yes, the corn crop is a bit less-than due to the dry weather, but it’ll be fine. They have bits of news and ordinary humor. We love cheerful customers.

If I would bake up some blueberry muffins I could sneak that zucchini from Jo’s garden into them as well. Elv will be home in an hour, by nine, he said. Plenty of time to create some summer hyggelig for our evening.