Friday, July 25, 2008

Garden In the Rain

At the end of what was a somewhat rainy and not overly-sunny week, the heavens opened up and the skies poured down with rain last night.

At one point, Em indicated a need to go out and when I opened the back door, we listened to the steady rain and she looked out, and then up at me with a "hell no" all over her face and went back to the couch to wait it out. Eventually, we tried again and only when I agreed to go out first and get wet with her did she quickly tend to her business. Then towels all around.

This morning I woke early to the sound of a renewed downpour, stronger than the night before and coming in the windows now. I got up to shut them and snapped a few shots before climbing back into bed.
There are, after all, few comforts nicer than being in your warm bed with the sound of the rain outside, especially when a cosy kitty curls up against your legs.

But this was not the sort of rain that's especially kind on gardens. There was a surplus, which tends to collect out front before soaking in...but a hard rain is also tough on delicate plants and causes everything to droop and bend and look pretty awful.

Okay, well, not necessarily awful...but besodden, bedraggled and forlorn, at the very least.

A morning rain does cancel the morning glories, who just sort of sag and droop without unfurling, their potential for brightening the day called on account of showers.
All the Queen Anne's lace hung heavy with raindrops. There will be much deadheading when all these wet flowers have dried in the sun.







The coneflowers were hit especially hard, some of them falling down flat as their roots loosened in the soaking soil and were particularly sad looking.
Of course, the flood waters were at an all time high, as you can see. The boat shoes were more like U-boat shoes this a.m. Perhaps they will have dried out in a day or so.

But I knew the coneflowers would be fine if I got them support right away, so I waded in to rig some loops of twine off the fence to hold them upright.

Only one stem had broken off, and it's good sometimes to have a reminder to bring some flowers inside. All too often I forget to do that.




Things looked a little better when I'd tended to that, though it would still be a little while before the rain tapered off to nothing and the excess began to soak in...which took a few hours more.

But as it was going, there were new surprises. This lavendar beebalm (monarda) has begun its serene display today...and not far from there I discovered a stalk that's suddenly leaped out of a low rosette of leaves. I'd been watching it to see just what it was going to be, and it appears I'll have some bellflowers/harebells to enjoy in a day or so.

And just a little further down from there, the first flower of the Stargazer oriental lily had sprung open in the rain.

So it's not all bad.


"The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks, and gapes for drink again.
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair."
- Abraham Cowley

8 comments:

somewhere joe said...

"There are, after all, few comforts nicer than being in your warm bed with the sound of the rain outside, especially when a cosy kitty curls up against your legs."

Does it get better than that Greg? Different than that, maybe, just as good as that, but better? I don't think so.

A brand new day, a cleansing rain. Let everything be washed that can be. The strong and the weak will return, each in its own way.

The stargazer is divoon! They have a rich fragrance too, the ones I remember, quite over the top. Hoping your weekend soon turns sunny...

Greg said...

I don't think so, either, Joe.

"A brand new day, a cleansing rain. Let everything be washed that can be. The strong and the weak will return, each in its own way." How'd you get to be such a wise fellow at such a young age?

Divoon, indeed!! It's fabulously sunny today, I'm happy to say. Film, as they say, at eleven(or so).

Butch said...

Amazing how clean the air smells after a rain and the flowers and ground sometimes need the extra drink. Today is the Scottish Highland Games in Enumclaw, Wa. and they even let in the Irish! ;-)

I will be there in my kilt and all and should be taking a few pictures to add to the blog soon. Enjoy your day.

Java said...

As I read this post, "Garden in the Rain" came up on the playlist. I listen to Diana Krall as I see the pictures of your garden in the rain.

Those coneflowers look pathetic, especially the poor gal face down in the puddle. They look much better after getting suppport.

The color on that lily seems to pop. Absolutely gorgeous.

Greg said...

Butch, I hope the Games were as delightful as they always sound when someone tells me of attending them.

(Well, it all sounds pretty delightful until the talk of haggis, anyway. Then again, I've not tried it, and I am a fan of scrapple...I'll have to go some time.)

Greg said...

Java, it was a sad sight indeed yesterday when I waded out to the garden. But then, every other aspect of life can't help but be touched with moments of sadness from time to time...why would the garden be any different?

Fortunately, you can always do something to work through it, and yesterday morning all it required was the simple solution of some twine and wet feet!

Garden in the Rain was a new song discovery for me this weekend...one I'm just thrilled with!

lostlandscape said...

Now I really understand your comment about growing rice in your back yard rice paddy.

What a way to ruin a perfectly good pair of heels...

Greg said...

Yah, rice...or maybe cat-tails, is possibly a good long-term plan for this front yard!

No worries about the heels--they're almost dry. Well, they are, if I remembered to bring them inside before it starting storming again.