Jun. 10th, 2009 03:06 pm
i can haz summar?
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muckefuckWeeks from now, when we hit that week where the mercury scarcely dips below 80℉, remind me of this post. If this day had come at any time in the first two fifths of the year, I wouldn't be complaining about it, I'd be celebrating with all my heart. Even now, I guess I should be thankful it's only partly cloudy out instead of--you know--raining. And maybe I'd be feeling that way even now if this continued chill didn't have poor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu so bummed out. Sitting out on the back porch is one of his few pleasures this days, and it loses much of its luster if you can't do it without first donning a parka.
The one real compensation to all the damp is that the plants are loving. Well, at least most of them--clearly the tarragon and jasmine would much rather be someplace more southerly. But the sorrel is going gangbusters and last month's sad little borage plant is the new star of the garden--and this without me having to water the damn thing once in going on two weeks. The scented geranium seems to grow almost visibly and we'll very soon be up to our eyeballs in chives. The story is much the same in the neighbours' plots--though the clear frontrunner is the blossom-bedecked clematis in the corner.
On the other hand, some of the usual signs of summer seem queerly delayed. Cottonwood fluff has been on the breeze since at least last Friday, but I hadn't realised until the Snore King mentioned it on the way in today that the catalpas are way behind schedule. The coolness has also been good for preserving the late spring flowers well past their usual sell-by date. The bridal wreath is mostly spent, but there are still lilacs in full bloom in our neighbourhood and the hydrangeas in the front yard are still hardly getting started.
monshu so bummed out. Sitting out on the back porch is one of his few pleasures this days, and it loses much of its luster if you can't do it without first donning a parka.The one real compensation to all the damp is that the plants are loving. Well, at least most of them--clearly the tarragon and jasmine would much rather be someplace more southerly. But the sorrel is going gangbusters and last month's sad little borage plant is the new star of the garden--and this without me having to water the damn thing once in going on two weeks. The scented geranium seems to grow almost visibly and we'll very soon be up to our eyeballs in chives. The story is much the same in the neighbours' plots--though the clear frontrunner is the blossom-bedecked clematis in the corner.
On the other hand, some of the usual signs of summer seem queerly delayed. Cottonwood fluff has been on the breeze since at least last Friday, but I hadn't realised until the Snore King mentioned it on the way in today that the catalpas are way behind schedule. The coolness has also been good for preserving the late spring flowers well past their usual sell-by date. The bridal wreath is mostly spent, but there are still lilacs in full bloom in our neighbourhood and the hydrangeas in the front yard are still hardly getting started.
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*I've got three plants. What's the plural of clematis?
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"Clemates" looks like a misspelling of "cellmates".
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High five?
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