Anyone who has read this blog with some regularity knows of my fondness for Gerber daisies and hydrangea.
In prior summers, I would often find myself wistfully looking at pots on my back deck that resembled Romaine lettuce, rather than Gerber daisies. Last summer, however, my buddy Bela had her dad fill me in on a secret. Well, at least it was a secret to me.
Since I paid attention to his advice, I have Gerber daisies blooming on my deck. I laugh because sometimes, I see a pot with no actual flower, and think, uh-oh. It actually has turned now that small blossoms are below on the lower leaf line.
Initially, I wondered what was going on because the blossom looked nothing like the flower you would be used to seeing.
I had to tell myself to relax, because they would turn into the flowers that we all know and appreciate as Gerber daisies.
So to all of you who might be having trouble with growing Gerber daisies, keep the faith. I did and it certainly has brightened my deck and my life.
What happened in Texas last year? Is each hurricane coming up the pike going to be the storm of a lifetime? Is this just a fact of climate change that many folks like to sweep under the rug? I don’t know.
The weather channel seems to be posting a lot of press conferences, warning people in the Carolinas to leave. This speaks to me, as I live a few blocks from a bay of water. I don’t even want to think of what people are going through.
Here are some Gerber daisies I cut to bring some color in during the rain.
My prayers are with those who are in storm’s way, and for safety for all.
Our tomatoes were happy until the rains hit. I have gone swimming once so far. The highlight has been my Gerber daisies hanging in there, thanks to advice and some fertilizer.
I’m thankful I have my good friends to check in with and occasionally hang with. Kasia and I keep walking, making up for lost mileage in the boot. I have to admit that this summer has me worn out. Sure, there’s air conditioning but I can’t wait for a good night’s sleep with air conditioning off and windows open.
This is the second summer Kasia has been without her sister.
Sometimes I think, in her own way, she misses Zush as much as I do.We would all have ice in our water when we needed to cool off, and I miss putting towels down to make sure they were not too sloppy. It is true: you always miss what’s gone.
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