Diversity in the backyard

I got up, not wanting to get out of bed but being forced to by my body. It feels way too uncomfortable if I stay in bed too long. It is better to get moving.

I went through my morning ablutions and routines and came downstairs, ground the coffee, and fed Stewart.

We went out and took a quick walk. I thought I might have heard the siren telling us of impending lightning and the skies were gray and it was cool, almost too cool for the t-shirt and shorts I was wearing. We managed to finish our walk just in time as it began drizzling.

I am wondering if this is one of those summers where the municipal pool will remain empty as it is too cool to even think of going.

The rains have begun and that, in and of itself, is hard to believe since we are about nine inches worth of rain more than normal so far this year. It has been over a week since we have even thought of going to the pool, so cool it has been in the sixties and seventies. I did read that the nineties are coming this weekend.

The plant life is different this year and I have a lot of flowers that are just not doing well. My invasive yarrow that I had next to the fence is totally gone. Sedums that usually do very well are looking questionable in some spots, and the roses that were doing so well last year look awful. Their counterpart in the back, that I cut way back to get them on track, are looking better, but have had absolutely no blooms. Apparently the compost tea and other organic measures I have taken have not reached their mark.

The land is remarkably green, however. Our yard in the way back is lush. We tend to have few colors back there because of the water issues. Few things of color survive back there and frankly I keep looking for diversity. The only way I seem to get my horticultural diversity is by sizes of leaves and different shades of green.

The three rain barrels have not been used all that much and have to be closely monitored for mosquitoes. There is a screen on top where the lipped top collects the water and then flows into the barrel. The danger here is water sitting on top. I have had to drain the barrels a bit to keep that dry. I am not going to add in to the mosquito population.

About Richard Koerner

Sixty something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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