I'm taking a slight break from my cooking posts
to blog about the dogs and my flowers.
Here's little Junior,
taking a nap in his favorite position.
Hopefully, no one will barge through the front door
while he's sleeping.
This is the mimosa tree in my back yard.
I love the smell of the silky mimosa blossoms.
If the wind is just right,
I can be sitting on the deck
and catch a whiff of this intoxicating, heady fragrance.
I also have baby mimosas popping up all over my yard.
If they're teeny tiny, as in inches tall,
you can dig them up with a shovel,
as long as you dig very deep.
If they're several feet tall,
you can still transplant them,
but do NOT dig them up.
They have a very long tap root
which you will damage if you try to dig.
What I do is grab the tree by both hands
and very slowly and gently pull it straight up
out of the ground.
Transplant it immediately
in your desired location and water, water, water.
(If you don't transplant it after pulling up,
it will last in a bucket of water for a few days.)
Usually after transplanting,
the mimosa goes into shock
and all the leaves drop off.
Don't worry.
Keep watering.
And in a few days, you'll see new growth.
Heh.
Beau just doesn't seem to learn.
Beau, you do NOT come over in Dixie's personal space,
NOR do you touch her blanky.
Every year, this is the first glad that blooms.
I love the coral color.
Junior and Dixie,
sharing a special moment.
The sunset the other night was
quite lovely.
The pink is tall phlox,
not the creeping variety,
and it's very aromatic.
My zinnias which self-seeded from last year.
Random rose.
The purple plant is Setcreasea pallida "Purple Heart."
It looks very similar to a Wandering Jew,
but it has tiny pink blossoms on it.
It's a perennial here.
It dies back during the cold weather,
but comes back every spring.
I have it all over the garden
and I easily propagate it by cuttings.
The green plant behind it is my Mandevilla
I planted last year.
It's not supposed to be a perennial
in this climate zone and I've never had one come back before.
So Rosie's happy about this turn of events.
Pink blossom of the Purple Heart.
My gladiolus.
Which is on its side.
These petunias all self-seeded in my planter
at the front steps.
Pretty clouds.
Dixie and Junior
sharing her pillow.
My sunflowers.
My ruellia.
Mesclun mixture in front.
Then arugula.
Dill, basil.
Assorted peppers and tomatoes.
And Dixie.
From the pool looking out to the front yard.
This is my next project:
to clean up this area
and plant.
Late afternoon backlit hibiscus.
I feel better now.
Back to the dogs ...
Here's little Junior,
taking a nap in his favorite position.
Hopefully, no one will barge through the front door
while he's sleeping.
This is the mimosa tree in my back yard.
I love the smell of the silky mimosa blossoms.
If the wind is just right,
I can be sitting on the deck
and catch a whiff of this intoxicating, heady fragrance.
I also have baby mimosas popping up all over my yard.
If they're teeny tiny, as in inches tall,
you can dig them up with a shovel,
as long as you dig very deep.
If they're several feet tall,
you can still transplant them,
but do NOT dig them up.
They have a very long tap root
which you will damage if you try to dig.
What I do is grab the tree by both hands
and very slowly and gently pull it straight up
out of the ground.
Transplant it immediately
in your desired location and water, water, water.
(If you don't transplant it after pulling up,
it will last in a bucket of water for a few days.)
Usually after transplanting,
the mimosa goes into shock
and all the leaves drop off.
Don't worry.
Keep watering.
And in a few days, you'll see new growth.
Heh.
Beau just doesn't seem to learn.
Beau, you do NOT come over in Dixie's personal space,
NOR do you touch her blanky.
Every year, this is the first glad that blooms.
I love the coral color.
Junior and Dixie,
sharing a special moment.
The sunset the other night was
quite lovely.
The pink is tall phlox,
not the creeping variety,
and it's very aromatic.
My sunflowers.
My zinnias which self-seeded from last year.
Random rose.
The purple plant is Setcreasea pallida "Purple Heart."
It looks very similar to a Wandering Jew,
but it has tiny pink blossoms on it.
It's a perennial here.
It dies back during the cold weather,
but comes back every spring.
I have it all over the garden
and I easily propagate it by cuttings.
The green plant behind it is my Mandevilla
I planted last year.
It's not supposed to be a perennial
in this climate zone and I've never had one come back before.
So Rosie's happy about this turn of events.
Pink blossom of the Purple Heart.
My gladiolus.
Which is on its side.
These petunias all self-seeded in my planter
at the front steps.
Pretty clouds.
Dixie and Junior
sharing her pillow.
Yellow lily.
Larkspur at sunset.
This beautiful larkspur
is a WEED in my garden.
Larkspur backlit by setting sun.
Bachelor's buttons and larkspur
next to my walkway.
I need to do more work in this area
but I do so like the meandering walkway.
My Lacecap Hydrangea.
Hydrangea with a bee.
Always remember:
Stop and smell the roses.
