We need rain....
The kind of non-stop gully-washing rain, to drench the parched grass and flowers, and give a respite to this Summer heat.
Almost unbearable to work outside unless you're used to this kind of hot weather, I confess to sheltering indoors, under the comfort of the air conditioning.
Even the birds choose to dip their toes in the birdbath, and just vegetate.
The bees are busy dutifully collecting pollen from the new blooms.
I used to be afraid of bees, since when I was a young girl, I was stung, and the fear had stayed with me into adulthood.
Years later I have realized their importance in the growing cycle and welcome their return to the garden, with a heedful smile.
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
We've noticed an abundance of wild rabbits hopping around the garden this year.
Some years they are a scarcity, but this year we seem to be sharing our plot with mama and baby rabbits galore.
Of course there's a daddy rabbit somewhere close by, but he seems to be a travelling man.
'Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail and Peter.
They lived with their mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.'
Each year despite the lack of rain for days on end, we are graced with prolific blooms on the Rose of Sharon ( Hibiscus syriacus ) bushes.
This particular bush was a volunteer, a single seed or two carried by the wind or possibly a bird.
It is also a second generation plant, the original bush belonging to my husband's mother who shared it's propagated beauty from her garden to ours.
Oftentimes they are considered an invasive plant, since they tend to spread so easily, but we enjoy their endless blooms, and tend to agree with the A.A. Milne quote..... “Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.”
If your looking for a quick, unassuming dessert one of my favorites is Frozen Lemonade Pie...
Refreshingly cool, and what could be more simple to make !
The perfect treat on unforgiving HOT days.
1 large graham cracker pie crust
1 14-ounce can sweetened condensed milk, chilled
1 6-ounce can of frozen lemonade concentrate, thawed
1 12 ounce container of Cool Whip, thawed
candied lemon peel for garnish (optional)
Beat together condensed milk and lemonade; fold in Cool Whip.
Pour into pie crust. Freeze for at least 3-4 hours until firm.
Makes 8 servings Enjoy !
It's the time of year when the hedgerows and meadows, are once again filled with wildflowers.
Queen Anne's Lace (Daucus carota)
This wild version of the carrot is one of the most common and best known "weeds" we have.
It is hard to imagine what a fallow field would look like in summer without the white flower heads bobbing in the breeze.
It is thought that the carrots escaped from the gardens of the early European settlers in North America having thrived in the wild to become what we know as Queen Anne's Lace.
The roots can be eaten just like a small pale carrot if harvested while still young and tender. Pull up a plant anywhere and smell the root. You will find it smells just like a carrot.
The leaves have been eaten in times of hardship, but it is not recommended today, since it can be mistaken for similar looking very poisonous species such as hemlock and fool's parsley with unpleasant results.
It is so called because the flower resembles lace; the red flower in the center represents a blood droplet where Queen Anne pricked herself with a needle when she was making the lace. The function of the tiny red flower, colored by anthocyanin, is to attract insects.
The plant is commonly referred to, as Cow Parsley ( Anthriscus sylvestris ) in Great Britain.