My Window Garden

I knew it would come to this, just not quite so soon. Usually into August, in the dog days of summer, my garden becomes a “window garden.” But this year, with temperatures in the mid 90’s starting as early as June, I’ve pretty much left my garden to the butterflies, birds, and the bees already. That’s certainly not to say that its glorious rainbowed beauty is going unappreciated, but just mostly from the perspective of my kitchen window. My strolls through the garden are early morning or late evening, accompanied with the beverage of my choice, no longer trowel or shovel. I pray for rain and cooler temperatures, but doesn’t everyone here in the Southeast?

Those little sunflower heads that began blooming last week and disappointed me with their size have put on a quite a stage show this week, dancing with the afternoon breezes. In mass, their chorus line is lovely and very inviting to what appears to be miniature honey bees who nestle and buzz in those brown powder puff centers. And the dwarf zinnias that I used to replace some spent perennials have now put my taller and mostly wilted zinnias to shame. Lots of color, a successful annual entry into the mostly perennial garden. Just more testimony to the wonder and unpredictability of gardening.