Jul. 22nd, 2014 09:50 pm
Les bonnes feuilles de l'été
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muckefuckI'm feeling a conspicuous lack of language-themed posts, but I simply haven't been doing much on that front. Rather than throwing myself into the study of some exciting new language, I've simply been trying not to lose what I have. I continue to make slow progress on the Labro, gradually adding to my store of French vocabulary (Fave Word of the Now: chafouin "sly, weasly") and idiom and, very recently, there's been renewed interest for Irish on one of my fora so I feel obligated to refresh it out of season in order to provide grammatical advice.
No, this is thoroughly American weather we're having: still 29°C and 71% relative humidity. Normally, we'd expect at least a couple weeks of this. But climate weirdness continues as we look forward to a low of 17°C tonight and 15°C tomorrow. It's also been the driest week for nearly two months; Scooter actually had to plug in the sprinkler for once. But our flowers are loving it. The geraniums up front have never looked better (and will need to be seriously pruned to be brought back inside this fall). Neither have the azaleas, which a producing double and even treble blossoms. Perhaps egged on by them, the Martha Washington geranium, which did nothing all spring, has begun blossoming itself and the black-eyed susans are right on the cusp.
I only wish the garden were doing better. The dill is looking distinctly unhappy and basil risks being shaded out by the monster zucchini invading from the western edge of the plot unless I move it, trim some leaves, or both. The parsley never came up, and neither did the basil. Most disappointing of all are the nasturtiums, which have never exceeded the size they achieved in the first couple weeks and aren't showing any signs of flowering. So much for the idea of putting them in a window box rather than the full sun of the garden proper.
No, this is thoroughly American weather we're having: still 29°C and 71% relative humidity. Normally, we'd expect at least a couple weeks of this. But climate weirdness continues as we look forward to a low of 17°C tonight and 15°C tomorrow. It's also been the driest week for nearly two months; Scooter actually had to plug in the sprinkler for once. But our flowers are loving it. The geraniums up front have never looked better (and will need to be seriously pruned to be brought back inside this fall). Neither have the azaleas, which a producing double and even treble blossoms. Perhaps egged on by them, the Martha Washington geranium, which did nothing all spring, has begun blossoming itself and the black-eyed susans are right on the cusp.
I only wish the garden were doing better. The dill is looking distinctly unhappy and basil risks being shaded out by the monster zucchini invading from the western edge of the plot unless I move it, trim some leaves, or both. The parsley never came up, and neither did the basil. Most disappointing of all are the nasturtiums, which have never exceeded the size they achieved in the first couple weeks and aren't showing any signs of flowering. So much for the idea of putting them in a window box rather than the full sun of the garden proper.