I usually think of August as the Dog Days of Summer. Don’t you? But this year, the heat has moved in way early. We’ve already had three heat advisories and it’s only mid-July.
And just in time to prove my point, here is Juno, hiding from the garden hose as I wander around, trying to make sure all the annuals and tender shrubs get enough water.
Early chrysanthemums and lemon elderberry soaking up the rain. A much welcome two inches fell overnight.
Last year, I planted a stick that claimed to be a North American Fringe tree. Located in the front of the house, I planned on it growing according to the label–ten feet in about five years.
I’ve since read other labels attached to North American fringe trees (not sticks) and found that the native fringe tree is a moderate grower that will reach 18 feet. So I may have planted my stick in the wrong spot.
Meanwhile, after our April rain of two inches, I noticed some black spots on the leaves. I’ve done my research and the tree needs fruit tree fungicide. If I don’t spray, eventually the tree will die.
Maybe I should let it die? No, that seems cruel. I should dig it up and replant it somewhere in the back. And get a shorter tree for the front.
Or I can spray it with fungicide and leave it where it is. I have the right fungicide. Problem is, the wind has to die down before I use it. At the moment, we have winds SSW at 12 MPH. Way too much wind for spraying.
If I had more money than time, I’d replant and replace.
A half- inch of rain overnight prompted my feather-white hosta to poke out of the ground. White through spring, pale green in summer. Wondering if the other hostas will show soon.