Gardening at times can be more challenging when weeds start popping up. First, you need to identify if it is a weed, or just a seedling which popped up in an unexpected place. Of course, we have all had plants which reseeded themselves with abandon and soon we pulled seedlings out by the fistful. The Rose of Sharon comes to mind as a horrible re-seeder, which is the reason I pulled all three of mine out. Unfortunately that same year my neighbor planted three on his side of the fence, so now I get to deal with his seedlings as they fall into my garden.
As a dry April and May made room for June we finally got rain. As a matter of fact, the first two days of June it rained, poured AND drizzled and gardens flourished with this much needed moisture. Temperatures rose, then dipped a bit and some humidity made an appearance. A comfortable Saturday was spent at friends who had their annual pig roast, which was enjoyed by all, except for the pig. He didn’t enjoy it one bit! As the month continued, more rain followed and the gardens turned positively lush.
Without a doubt, this June has been wet. The rain we should have had in early spring (but didn’t get) arrived at the tail end of spring and very early summer. By now the longest day of the year has come and gone and days are getting shorter again. Even the temperatures have remained on the lower end of the scale and I still find myself with the occasional long sleeved shirts or – gasp – socks because my feet are cold. An early morning breakfast in the gazebo at 60 degrees Fahrenheit is also more reminiscent of early May than late June. Nevertheless I expect it will get bloody hot someday soon again; probably just in time for my annual open garden for the garden club members in Mid July which historically has always been hot, humid, but a lot of fun.
Winter has officially arrived, but you wouldn’t know it sticking your head outside. While we have rain today, the temperatures continue to be mild, nay, positively balmy for the time of the year. Today we reach a high of 59, but that will be nothing compared with Christmas Eve when the weatherman expects we will break local records with 75 degrees. Does that mean I will be wearing short sleeves for Christmas? THAT would be a first!
When February finally drew to a close, March rushed in. Temperatures inched up but the world remained cloaked in snow which acquired a grey coating and looked positively nasty. Temperatures inched up a bit more and the snow started to withdraw. Finally it rained and more snow disappeared. Then it snowed again and for a day or two the world looked pristine with its white cover. At last the snow started to melt in earnest and one morning I looked out over a back yard covered in mulch rather than white.