Hours of rain. LOTS of raindrops. Glory to God! All the plants and humans around here are happy.
A couple of days before the rain came, I received in the mail three new plants, three species of milkweed that I haven’t had before: Asclepias glaucescens, Asclepias linaria, and Asclepias physocarpa “Family Jewels.” I set them out on the patio to get watered quite naturally. If they bloom next summer I’ll show you pictures.
Also not long before the watering, I got around to dividing the irises. The poor things had sat on the driveway during the heat wave, while I was in the mountains. But they were in such thick clumps with lots of dirt surrounding, they didn’t seem to have suffered much. And I ended up with dozens of extra rhizomes that I have been giving away.
Unfortunately I forgot that I had two colors in those three clumps, and I mixed them all up while I was sorting, but the people who are getting them don’t seem to mind. At least they are both purple; these pictures are from past years. And I am thrilled to think of how all these other friends’ gardens will be further beautified with my “children.”
This last picture is of the bedding material I’ve mixed up special for the worms I am getting tomorrow, to start my vermiculture project. I’ve been wanting to do this for years, and step by step I managed all the parts of the preparation, after watching a couple dozen videos on YouTube and reading in the classic book on the topic, Worms Eat my Garbage. A friend who is a long time worm farmer is giving me my starter worms.
What could be better on a rainy Sunday afternoon than taking a nap? Well, on this particular one, for me at least nothing was better, especially because this week is extra busy from the start. Normally I try to reserve Mondays for catching up and re-ordering my mind and living space, but that’s not an option this week. So — I need to work on all that before I go to bed again.
This week Autumn officially arrives!
But in honor of worms, I give you a somewhat Spring-y poem:
When the earth is turned in spring
The worms are fat as anything.
And birds come flying all around
To eat the worms right off the ground.
They like the worms just as much as I
Like bread and milk and apple pie.
And once, when I was very young,
I put a worm right on my tongue.
I didn’t like the taste a bit,
And so I didn’t swallow it.
But oh, it makes my Mother squirm
Because she thinks I ate that worm!
6 thoughts on “Raindrops on Aesclepias.”
You do realize I’m going to have ‘that song’ playing in my head all day! You know — the one about raindrops and roses…
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We are enjoying some light spring rain today. The joy of that makes up for having no power for nearly nine hours in three bouts of load shedding these days. I love the idea of your irises growing in the gardens of friends.
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Too funny!! I’m a little envious of your rain. I hope it will be our turn soon.
I spent the morning doing laundry and running back & forth watching the Queen’s funeral on TV. I’m quite tired by now ( evening)
You’ve been an incredibly busy woman — and I”m late to commenting here . Well done on all the garden work. I have to tackle mine big time, just cutting things back. You’re an inspiration to me. We got a mega-thunderstorm last night (it seemed to last forever; poor Lizzie!). I should get out there now!
The people who are getting those beautiful flowers are going to love them. Wow!
Rain here, too! I look forward to hearing more about your worms. We havr plenty of milkweed here and have seen many monarchs, but are hoping to find a caterpillar to bring inside and watch the metamorphosis, as we did last year.