September Song

So, there's weirdness - as usual - going on in the garden this morning. We've had a cool, dry summer, and everyone is confused as to whether they should keep on keeping on, or pull their blankees up to their chin and snooze until Spring.

In the front yard, my Magic Fountains Delphinium, which always comes way too early and scares me - blooming from March until April - even through ice and frost (it's supposed to bloom in June/July) - has decided to make a repeat foolish appearance, sending up shoots this week, threatening to bloom any day. I warned it this morning that pulling this particular prank in the spring is one thing, but to try it now ... I don't know ... Autumn in Indiana can come swift and biting. She just shrugged, and shot another shoot up in my face. However, this is the first year I actually pruned it after it bloomed ... 'twas an after thought ...

Zinnias are only now climbing up through the wretched butter 'n eggs, and the whole yard just looks like hell! My perennial sunflowers are being their usual bully-like self ... and now Rudy is afraid to walk through the tiny paths because stray cats may jump out at him and send a flea his way.

Today, however, my Mountain Bluett was thick and lush and just showed up as if to say, "well, of course!"

And finally, my green peppers (seedlings planted in May) are only now blooming and sprouting - silly things. They're about 2" long. I'll pray for them. As always, I'm ready to give up on it all.

Maybe I can get some school kids next year to help me with the weeds and haul quik-crete back there to put on my paths ... who knows ... time for some tea and a nap.