The Deer and the Daylilies

When we first moved here, there were no deer. I am not sure when they showed up, but it was not a happy time. I love seeing them, but I do not love feeding them.

They love daylilies and so do I. I love to see them and they love to eat them.

‘Dixie Boy’ daylily

One summer the deer ate them before I got to see them. I was on vacation in June. When we returned there were hundreds of shortened stalks where blooms should have been.

When the dayliles first appear in the spring, their leaves are tender and green. They must also be tasty. That is when the fence rings get placed around each plant. That solves the problem for a month or so because the deer do not like to stick their heads down in the ring.

In late May the stalks with buds start to emerge above the leaves and above the fence rings.

That is the time I must bring out the green poles to stick in the ground beside each fence ring. Then raise each ring to hang on the pole above the leaves and around the buds and blooms.

I have also tried a new deer repellent product this year.

It contains peppermint, garlic and rotten eggs. Yummy!

It seems to have worked. I will refresh the old bags with peppermint oil in hopes that they will continue to deter the deer.

This is way too much work for maintaining flowers. I would not have knowingly planted deer food if the deer had been here first. My flowers were here first, so I feel obligated to protect them. I do not feel obligated to feed wildlife. My training as a biologist is against that.

I will report on the Whemoalus Deer Repellent’s effectiveness in the coming months.

FLOW (working too hard for her flowers.)

Home to see Sarah

I was glad I made it home to see Sarah. She is one of my favorites of all time.

‘Sarah Bernhardt’ peony

I was relieved that I did not miss seeing her in that lovely pink she is known for.

Whenever I see anything fluffy and soothingly pink I think of her.

She is famous for her beauty and performance.

It is hard to notice anything else when Sarah is performing.

I am so glad I got home while she was still fresh and delightfully gorgeous.

Sarah Bernhardt will always be a favored star in my show.

FLOW

Foxglove Love

If you like surprises, you may want to add some foxglove to your gardens.

Foxglove/ Digitalis purpurea

Not only do they self-seed to change location and change color, they also change shape.

If you have added numerous varieties to your garden the surprises will occur every spring.

As the lovely plants bloom and set seed, their DNA mixes to produces new combinations.

Every spring is a color crap shoot. This spring I have some new shapes.

I also have a new white with spots that are almost invisible.

This is one of the many reasons I love foxglove, besides those spots.

FLOWER

His Poppies Remind Me to Paint

Our artist friend gave us these seeds. I will always think of Bill when they bloom.

His lovely paintings cover our walls. I regret not learning from him.

I was busy with two small children and building a house and a career.

I think about things like that now.

I test the value of what I have chosen to do and what I have been forced postponed.

These poppies remind me to paint.

My female heroes from the past were artist: Marianne North, Beatrix Potter, Margaret Mee, Mary Delaney, and Maria Merian.

I will pack my paint pens this week. I will paint a few plant-marker stones if it rains.

I will remember Bill Troutman and his talent, as I paint while his poppies bloom.

FLOWER

Magnolia Time

If I had not come home yesterday and taken my camera out into the gardens, I would have missed the Magnolia blooms.

Magnolias do not wait. They do not linger until noticed. They bloom and brown in their own time.

I did come home. I did take my camera out in the afternoon.

The blooms are brown this evening.

Beware of wasted time and missed opportunities.

FLOW

Taco Supreme is a Dream

I would not have picked this iris. It was part of a Cooley collection.

It is not fussy or needy. Nor is it a bully.

It does its job of growing and blooming without any help from me.

I appreciate that very much.

The colors change in different light.

Bright sun seems to produce a glare in photos.

It is lovely in any light to the eye.

I love these colors together. Taco Supreme is a dream.

FLOW

A Realist and an Idealist Clash

Nobody welcomes a reality check, no matter how much one is needed.

It is easier to see things the way you want to see them.

It is nice to ignore the ugly parts and focus on what is pretty.

My mind will not let me ignore things that need fixing.

My brain also knows when all the effort I can muster will not fix what is broken.

That is where I am today. I am accepting the fact that some things are broken.

This is my reality check. I am home letting it sink in. I guess we will be coasting from here.

Mama is 91. She refuses to stand and walk. She does not want to. She has that right.

My sitting by her bed and watching her not do physical therapy will not change things.

While Daddy was dying he kept telling me, “Take care of your family.”

I have spent weeks with Mama hoping she will improve. She is better mentally, but her fear prevents PT progress.

Rose needs me home. Mr. Flower needs me handling things here. I make a difference here.

I will be accepting the things that I cannot change. This is not the ideal, it is just what is real.

FLOW

If I Were a Real Flower

If I were a real flower I would not be big, bright or showy.

Bill Troutman Poppy

I would be a small, quiet flower that may be noticed or ignored.

Maybe I would be poisonous, so I would not get picked.

Foxglove

I would be wiry and scrappy, not thirsty and needy, so I can be left alone.

‘Moon Scene’ Amaryllis

I do not even want a color. I can just be pure white. No spots. No stripes.

‘Duchess de Nemours’ peony

I would be white and tiny and insignificant.

White Epimedium

I would be a tiny, white Epimedium growing under a shrub looking out at the other crazy flowers wondering

“What the hell are they thinking?”

FLOWER

An Anole at Rehab

Anole

There is a lovely courtyard at the rehab facility where my mama is getting physical therapy after breaking her hip.

My favorite resident in the garden is an anole. He enjoys sunning on the warm head of a statue there.

Nature saves my sanity.

FLOW