My letter is a bit tardy because I had to regroup this morning after the fireworks last night. One of the strangest things about living in the country is the 4th of July festivities. Fireworks vendors begin setting up shop in trailers and tents all along the Oklahoma County line about two weeks before Independence Day. Fireworks are illegal in Oklahoma County. However, where I live, in Logan County, they are legal, and the popping and crackling begins two weeks before the holiday. By the time Independence Day rolls around, the entire county is blanketed with loud bangs, and the sky is filled with sparkling light. It’s a good thing I love fireworks, or I’d be forced to move to a motel until the barrage ended. I wouldn’t be exaggerating to write it is like being on the set for a Civil War movie. Eerie, but fun, and with all the rain we’ve had, no worries of anyone setting a brush fire.
In the garden, things are shaping up nicely. We have eggplant, peppers, tomatoes and onions. The corn is ripening on the stalk, and I’ve sprayed the silks with Pam cooking spray to thwart corn earworms. It truly works. The okra is beginning the grow in earnest, and so are the sweet potatoes and cucumbers. The cucumber seeds I planted are making some strange fruit, and I’ll try for a picture next week.
Oh, wait, I’ll be headed up to Buffalo on Thursday with a return on Sunday. I may not have a letter on Monday. We’ll see.
In the perennial garden, beauty reigns supreme, and after another two inches of rain yesterday because of Hurricane Alex, the plants are growing thicker and fuller than ever before. I am so sorry for the people in the Gulf though. What a terrible time they’re going through.
The daylilies are finally starting their last hurrah. I always know because H. ‘Laura Harwood’ finally begins to bloom up out of her foliage. The Reckamps start blooming in earnest, and H. ‘Autumn Minaret’ begins to dance high above my head. (I notice she is blooming a bit ahead of schedule this year.) It’s a sad for them to go, but part of the change in seasons within the garden. The crapemyrtles and Phlox paniculata begin to take their place. Also, the perennial hibiscus begin their rhumba, and the music is hot, hot, hot.
This afternoon, I saw the most amazing phenomenon in my driveway. About twenty butterflies were perched atop rotting peaches which fell from the tree. They were so drunk on their own personal peach brandy, they let me get very, very close. Amazing isn’t it? Most were Eastern Black Swallowtails (I think), but three or four other types, including the Red Admiral and a few Painted Ladies, fluttered about. It was fascinating to watch them so closely.
I hope they stick around long enough to lay their eggs on the parsley or the dill. Oh, and don’t worry we didn’t get enough peaches. I made two cobblers for celebrations, gave some to my mother and my in-laws, and I still have a bucket to peel and put up in the freezer. They were small, but mighty.
That’s all for now. Hope things are beautiful in your world too.