A far-ranging collection of essays on gardening and life, meant solely to relieve this gardener’s daily frustrations and lamentations over gardening in general and particularly gardening in Kansas. Though I am an old gardener, I am but a young blogger (apologies to Thomas Jefferson).
Yes, to my frequent readers, I know it's been several days since I blogged. I could offer a number of reasons; I've been sick (true), tired (true), and my gardening chores are behind (true).
But, in truth, I've been waiting for 'Harison's Yellow' to bloom. As I noted almost a week ago, 'Marie Bugnet' had begun to bloom and 'Harison's Yellow' has always been next. But it didn't bloom. And didn't bloom. Perhaps because of the (almost) frost last Monday night? The cold high 40's and 50's of the past two weeks? Canadian 'J. P. Connell' became the next of my roses to bloom a few days ago, not altogether unusual since it is another early one and planted near some stone on a south slope, but a little odd. And then came 'Morden Centennial', although the pictured bloom is not its best effort, and 'Hope for Humanity', a little blurry in the picture because of the 20 mph wind. Both are decidedly odd because they normally bloom with the main flush of roses.
Rosa 'Morden Centennial'
Rosa 'Hope for Humanity'
Hemerocallis 'Chicago Flapper'
And then, came this thing; what the heck is a daylily doing blooming in Kansas before most of the roses? And if I were to predict one to bloom early, it would have been 'Black-eyed Stella' or intrepid 'Stella de Oro', not 'Chicago Flapper' as pictured here. If this is a microclimate thing it is still a one-time occurrence; this daylily is at least a month early for Kansas, I think. Has the world gone mad?
Rosa 'Harison's Yellow'....at last
Well, at least today, on a 91F day, after highs in the mid-80's yesterday and 2 hailstorms on Friday night, 'Harison's Yellow' finally opened a bloom and brightened Mother's Day with a cheery yellow face. And I'm feeling better and two days of weekend warm weather have allowed me to catch up a little in the garden.
I just wish I didn't feel like this stinky little bloom was laughing at me for predicting the Apocalypse had arrived based on its reticence to bloom.