Soggy Sunday

It’s raining again, half-an-inch overnight with more to come. Lucky for me, since I won’t have to water today. But later this week, we’ll need to mow. The grass is thick and green and growing.

But signs of fall are everywhere. Here are some black-eyed Susans–or are they miniature sunflowers–growing near an old tank on 311 Street.

#Pit-Mad is over and the submissions requested through the day have been sent. Yay. Now it’s time to start thinking about PitchWars and a Romance Writers of America contest I stumbled over–perfect for The Last Summer Queen.

In the garden, Jim trucked home the soil I need to build the berm to plant the weeping cherry tree on order. It will provide the “ceiling” for the Meditation Garden, sometime in the next ten years.

I also have enough mulch to finish fall planting and bed clean-up. The red clover–my experimental cover crop–is coming up apace. Although I’m behind in dividing daylilies, I’ve moved most of the ferns from the north side to the front, under the pin oaks. They seem to be doing well.

Carrying on. Hope your September is all you dreamed.

Stormy Sunday

Fall continues to advance apace–and it’s raining again. I can’t remember a year when we had so much rain in July and August. Usually by this time, the turf is brown and long past mowing. Today, it’s green and growing, and in all the wet, threatening to damage our mowers.

The flowers are loving it.

I’m okay with an early fall. I wouldn’t mind an early freeze to zap the bugs, either.

I have three more “stick” trees coming to plant in September, and I’m thinking about buying a few more. Hoping for oxygen.

Meanwhile, my pin oaks have grown so large that I have to move my “sun” plants out from under them and replace with shade plants. If it would just stop raining for a day or two…