It was gorgeous today, and for once I actually went outside instead of looking up from the sewing machine, seeing it was dark, and saying “crap, I forgot to go outside.” I sat in the sun and read the paper. I knelt in the sun and pulled up dead plants from the garden. I walked in the sun while I listened to The Bugle. I pulled the dead flowers from my raised flower bed. It was originally meant to be a vegetable bed, but it’s alll the way over on the other side of the yard, like 30 feet from the side walk, so I never remembered to tend it (oh yes, I am a MASTER gardener), so this year I just put flowers in it. I had Bachelor’s Button, Love-in-Mist, and zinnias, all nice cut flowers.
I’m particularly fond of the Love-in-Mist, or Nigella. It’s such a lovely blue when in flower:
No, I didn’t take that photo. Pretty, though, isn’t it? So they’re these blue, white, or pink flowers that seem to float in this fern-y foliage. Really nice. And then it makes a cool seed pod when the petals fall off. As I was pulling stuff up, I thought “Oh, I should get the seeds and replant them rather than buying the seeds every year” (genius. MASTER GARDENER, I tell you). Of course, I’d waited too long and most of the seeds had fallen and wee little Nigella were growing, doomed to the first frost. But I picked through the seed heads anyway. In most of them, some little critter was living. It was pretty neat the way nature sees a cozy spot and moves right in. I felt rather bad for disturbing them. I moved them to the compost pile, which is a nice place to live if you’re a buggy critter.
I do love the big fall weed-pull. so satisfying. And of course I’m gleefully spreading those weed seeds when I yank up the plants. i know that b/c I’m the Master Gardener.
If anyone knows a spiderwort specific herbicide, I’d be most grateful. I hate that plant and it has taken over. Alternatively, tell me what brilliant herbal uses it has.