This weekend involved a bit of the boring side of gardening. I had to dig up multiple root shoots of the trumpet vine that I am battling to remove. It looks so pretty when it is in bloom, however it is so invasive and is attempting to destroy our fence. Rookie mistake planting that when I first moved into the house, but at the time, it seemed a good fix for the wire fence that we used to have. Now, the roots are so solid that we can’t even get it out with a pick ax. I’m left with the only option of stripping all the greenery off any stumps and pulling up shooters at least once a week. It grows so quickly.
And a hazard of gardening in Texas is never knowing when you may come across wildlife hidden in the foliage (or when your neighbor Trish decides to play a bit of a prank):
A selection of plants around the garden that I cannot identify (or have forgotten their name). As hard as I try, I think every time I remember a new plant name, I have to clear a spot in my brain and therefore have to forget an old plant name. And don’t get me started on those folks who can rattle off all the latin identifiers without hesitation. I’ve got a long way to go until I can even read the latin name, let alone remember it!
The small spots of color that I was excited about last month have continued to bloom and now have even more of an impact. Here are a few updated shots of the garden in mid-April:
It seems as though all “the pinks” have exploded this week. Lots of blooms from pale salmons to hot fuchsias. The knockout rose that survived multiple tramplings and abuse during last year’s hardscape project seems to come back better than ever on Cloverleaf Corner:
It does make me realize that I need to learn how to prune roses a little more severely at the end of the season. I need Luce to come over and butcher them as I don’t yet have the confidence to cut them back enough to reshape or retrain them.
The sweet pea in the experimental seed garden seems to be doing well but I think it will be a goner once the summer heat hits:
And the dark pink knockout rose looks darker than ever this year:
(Apologies for the photo quality. Chris has been out of time so I’ve been having to provide the piccys)
The best way to start a day in the garden:
The best way to end a day in the garden:
Well, a rainy Sunday morning means I have time to share a few photos that Chris took yesterday (and an excuse to sit on the sofa with a cup of tea and read the book that arrived today–The Layered Garden by David L. Culp).
The Blues and Purples:
Look what arrived yesterday:
I was up bright and early ready to start the planting process. Our kitchen sink has been overtaken by bare root roses:
Hope Chris wasn’t planning to do any cooking this morning. Now I’m off to dig some holes and to decide where to put all these creatures.
A collection of items popping up in the garden this week, including the maple that everyone thinks is a goner each year (but it keeps on fighting back), and some bursts of color:
I’ve enjoyed a lovely Mothering Sunday weekend. On Saturday, we went to the Zilker Garden Show. We ran into our neighbors and I think I had my first Austin garden blogger celebrity sighting. Before I’d had a chance to work out whether it would be off-putting to walk up to a complete stranger and say “hello, are you the Rockrose lady?”, I’d lost track of her. Next time!
On Sunday, after speaking to Katie and Sylvia on the phone, I had a cup of tea and a biscuit while reading the paper. Then found myself enjoying my first outdoor nap of the year listening to Paul O Grady on BBC Radio 2. Chris was lovely enough (!) to capture the moment:
After refusing to bloom for what seems like an age, one of my daffodil bulbs bloomed this week and there are nine other buds waiting to join the front runner. Even better, the initial bloom decided to make an appearance on my grandmother’s 101st birthday. Happy Birthday, Grandma!