Happy Friday all. I’m procrastinating starting my work day. It’s raining, remains of a thunder and lightning show last night. Once familiar in past locale’s, those are rare in Port Townsend, WA. We stood on the porch with neighbors and watched it approach, heard its rumblings and watched the light show. Rain’s needed.
Realizing I’ve yet to share garden pics with you I’ve collected some.
The front yard, yet to be landscaped, perked up with perennials and annuals I tucked into place.
The window boxes are filling in. It was fun working with the colors available at the time I eagerly planted them.
Violas, which did great last summer failed this year so I just replanted the ones on the side of the house. The annual supply around here, at this time of the year, isn’t great.
Fuchsias. I’ve grown to love them. They live in the front boxes:
“Lena” is back on the porch:
The “Army Nurse” that didn’t overwinter successfully was replaced by another I potted up. It’s auditioning for a home in the ground.
A mystery variety that overwintered in the garage was planted next to the arbor. It thrives.
I just love that hardy varieties overwinter here and will grow to massive proportions if desired.
One rainy, cool, very early spring I noted an evening light and rainbow that was fetching. The garden was just waking up. See the wooden frame in the back corner? That will become a chicken coop for next spring.
I added a new raised bed framed with rocks to the backyard. It’s planted with sunflowers, milk weed, tall Echinacea, dwarf bee balm and some annuals.
Are you familiar with borage? It’s so pretty, an iridescent blue. Apparently it’s edible. It grows like a weed.
One AM, a huge slug munched on leaves from the pea plants. I let it be, observing it, as it stuck to one spot.
The little Orca pear has three fruits on it and is gaining girth well.
I planted my first ever strawberry plants—for the birds’ enjoyment. Need to net them next year.
The apples are gaining girth and height quickly, but barely fruiting. There’s am insect targeting them I haven’t been able to identify.
The learning process continues. I enjoy my times out there pottering, weeding, and just throwing down a blanket and reading.