This morning turned out bright and sunny. It’s supposed to get really hot by afternoon, so we set off early for the Tower Hill Botanical Garden flower sale. I had never been to Tower Hill before, even though it’s only a short drive away. The sale opened at 9 AM and we arrived shortly after. It was quite lovely, even though it’s been such a dry August here in New England. The apples in the orchard were turning red on the trees. Some of the trees on the property were already starting to change color also.
The flower sale is a sale sponsored by the Gardens that is open to the public. Growers from the surrounding area bring their plants and products for sale. We got a great bag of compost from a local farm. I found 2 “Big Sky” echinacea plants, a beautiful scarlet red (coneflower). I wonder if I was drawn to them because Big Sky reminded me of Montana. I also found a beautiful “Jacob Cline” monarda (bee balm). This is that great plant that is like a magnet for hummingbirds. I’ve wanted to plant more monarda in another spot in the yard, but the summer has been terribly dry and I was worried that trying to transplant some from the front yard would just kill it. Now I’ve got a strong, new plant to start off with. It was a good thing I picked it up when we found it. It apparently was the only one there and I had quite a number of inquiries about the vendor as we pulled the little red wagon with our plants along our route.
Tower Hill is also having a bonsai show today. Since it coincided with the plant sale, anyone going to the plant sale today got to go to the bonsai show, too, without having to pay a parking fee. What a deal! Bonsai amazes me. The 50 year old trees in my back yard are 40′ tall. The 100 year old tree I liked was about 2′ tall. I think I would want to do some research before trying it myself. My former mother-in-law was quite a gardener and she managed to kill the one I gave her (no, it was not intentional – she liked me).
I wish I could do the gardening I want to myself but fibromyalgia precludes that most of the time. When we brought the plants we bought today home, I showed my husband where I would like them planted. He got to do the “fun” part – digging, fertilizing, planting. At least I got to do the watering! I was tempted to spray my husband, too, as it was getting pretty hot. I resisted temptation since I wasn’t sure he was in the mood for that kind of play at the time.
After a brief rest in the air conditioned bedroom, I back out in the heat. It isn’t as bad as they predicted. I was expecting much worse than this based on the local weatherman’s . . . I mean, meteorologist’s . . . forecast. No disrespect intended. Sometimes I think my grandfather, who had a dairy farm, could forecast weather just as well by watching the animals and plants around the farm. The only drawback, I guess, was he couldn’t tell us the weather in another location if we were planning a vacation. They say we’re going to finally have a little rain in the next few days – great timing for those newly planted plants. Otherwise, we’d have to be out there with the hose every day.
I think this afternoon will include a trip to Uno Chicago Grille (previously known as Pizzeria Uno) for lunch. This will prevent heating up the house – no cooking dinner. Okay, it also lets me off the hook since I used up what little energy I had this morning walking around gardens. I’ll try to keep it honest!
And in the interest of honesty, there’s probably a nap in my future after we eat.