Not a lot of chit chat this post as we have company. Yes, the photo below is of hail. The hail netting held.
My great pumpkin. A little battle scarred.
Hope you had a good week. Ours was filled with family, food, and adventures.
With my new job title comes some of the same job duties as my previous job. As I did in December, I got the opportunity to take one of my students to a leadership conference in Washington DC. He had never really been out of South Dakota and not had the joy of flying. It was wonderful to be able to see the wonder and excitement he got from this experience.
It was in DC that I met my new love... The Midnight Tryst Hibiscus. What a beauty. Although the museums are pretty much closed when the conference ended, the gardens are always open. While my student was on a bus tour with other students. I was drawn back to the Mary Livingston Ripley Garden that I had enjoyed when I went in December. The garden didn't disappoint. There is nothing more energizing to me than to sit quietly in the middle of our nation's capital and enjoy the plethora of beauty the Smithsonian's gardeners create.
Not only was there the Midnight Tryst, but also the Hidden Valley Hibiscus (below) tucked away in the middle of a scented garden. Jasmine, magnolias, moonflowers, trumpet vines, and flowers I didn't even know existed created a perfect haven. I will never be able to grow any of those, but I do know I can grow a hibiscus. I drag them in when temperatures drop and try to be kind when I put them out again in the spring. I don't know where I will tuck this beauty in amongst my 30+ houseplants, but I am determined to find one.
I really have no idea how homesteaders did it back in the day. Here it seems like it is always something. The does are munching their way through my flower beds, garden, and now they are jumping into the orchard and chowing down. There is no fear. Do these two look scared? They are just upset I'm interrupting their breakfast.
What are your garden woes? What battles do you wage during the summer months?
Summer slowly simmers. The fawns are braver, and we see them quite often. This picture is about the only time they have been still. Usually, they have the zoomies and running in circles like their tails are on fire.