My July Garden


July brings the daylilies into bloom – if the deer don’t get them first. I have been almost successful this year, with only one night’s damage. But that it all it takes. We spray with a rotten egg yoke mixture but we must have gotten a nighttime rain that washed it away and the deer nibbled off buds here and there – not a total loss. Consequently I have been able to take photos of my favorites.

I thought they would make a big show of color this year because of all the buds. But because of the pruning by the deer the supporting players are stealing the show.

The coreopsis and black-eyed susan are just starting to bloom so I am hoping I can extend the blooming time on my three different shades of pink coneflowers by deadheading to maintain a pleasing balance of color. I am having to water frequently because we are having a hot, dry summer.

My flower garden is helping me develop patience, I think. I like instant results and it just doesn’t happen when growing plants. It is exciting, and a little frustrating, that I now see that one of my new cone flowers would look better in the middle of the lower level, away from the stone wall – but I can’t move them until Fall and then I have to wait until next year to see if I’m right. I have a new, small hibiscus in the garden that has lots of buds and I sure wish they would hurry. But then I remember that I planted it so it would provide some late summer color. The most frustrating are the poppies I planted that won’t bloom until next summer.

I probably will not become more patient. Instead I can remind myself to enjoy what is while I look forward to changes for next summer. If I didn’t want to improve next summer I think I would miss half the fun.

Beauty thru My Lens: Hands

What wonderful hands. Hands that have worked, learned their skill, played, been around the block. What a mystery that they can wield a sledge hammer and string a tiny bead. They work without us thinking about how – they just do what we want them to do. Unless we are asking them to do something new, then they become awkward for a while.

I have always loved hands – I fell in love with my honey when I saw his hands work the keys of a piano. He hasn’t played since we married but I still love his hands. Hands need to have veins that show, spots and wrinkles, knuckles that have been deformed by years of use. If eyes are the window to the soul, hands are the door to a life story.

The photos and thoughts are in response to Ailsa’s travel theme, Hands.  All hands were taken while vising someplace else.

Details of White


For this week’s Photo Challenge, on The Daily Post, Jen asked us to think about the “details” that become evident when we get up close to a subject. I took this photo of a Camellia at the Hidden Lake Gardens in southern Michigan. I was fascinated by the image as soon as I framed it through my viewfinder. I was excited by the sensuousness of the curves and intrigued by the multiple shades of white.

The detail of the color illustrates why we can’t go into a paint store and say I want a gallon of white – without giving a whole lot more detail.