This summer is taking its toll on south central gardeners especially in parts of Texas and all of Oklahoma except the southeast which has rain like Arkansas. So, what does a gardener do when jealous? Accuse them of conspiring with the weather?
No, I don’t think so. Here in Guthrie-land, we got a wee shower Thursday night, so wee it didn’t even show up on the rain gauge. We’ve had over 100F temperatures twenty days this summer so far. To say I’m cranky is putting it far too mildly. That, and a difficult work week are making me feel as though I’ve lost my mojo. Bill assures me I haven’t.
For once, even the weather folks don’t look excited about breaking records. They are talking as though this summer will be worse than 1980, the hottest summer in Oklahoma on record with fifty over 100F days. Just so you know, our norm is ten.
I have no tomatoes, no peppers, no squash. It’s so bad, the fruit and vegetable stands are bringing in produce from other states including Texas. I know because I asked them.
Everything looks burned, and I don’t even want to go out there anymore. I am especially tired of watering the poor pots although in my opinion, they look surprisingly good because I’ve pulled all but the most stalwart plants against the east side of the house to get a half day of shade.
It is so dreadfully hot I’ve actually considered letting them die. Did I just say that?
Hush my mouth.
You know what’s stopping me?
Scenes like this. This is my favorite vignette in the garden right now on this day. Crocosmia x crocosmiiflora, ‘Antique Montbretia’ with red ‘Ruby Throat’ daylilies, a rose not blooming, but the foliage is good, and several types of coleus. I am not using their longer name today. It’s too hot, and I’m too tired. I went outside early and worked my tail end off.
Another reason I’m hanging tough?
September, blessed September, the month of my birth and the time of the Harvest Moon. No matter how awful our summers, by the middle of September, the air begins to cool. The butterflies dance among the flowers, and the roses bloom anew.
September is one of the sweetest words in an Oklahoma gardener’s vocabulary. For my Texas friends, their sweet spot is October.
I also chose my vacation days to go to Seattle in a couple of weeks to attend the Summer Bloggers Fling 2011. How many of you are going somewhere cool this summer? Do you have someone to watch and water your plants? My daughter says she will. Bill will make sure she remembers.
Remember, the end of summer is just around the corner, and if you care for your plants now, they will reward you during that most heralded month, September.