Summer drags on, but we did have a respite with rain and cooler temperatures one day last week. And thankfully, there have been only a few 100 plus days since then.
Mexican Sage (Salvia leucantha) is doing well even though it may receive too much water from the sprinkler system as we try to keep other plants alive.
This one is probably ‘Santa Barbara’ since it has pale purple calyx and flower.
I like that Drift Roses spread out low to the ground. Another plus is that they almost always have flowers during the blooming season.
Coneflowers (Echinacea) have won a place in my heart. These were planted late in the spring, so they’re blooming much later than the older ones I have.
Bees seem to be everywhere gathering nectar.
White Plumbago (Plumbaginaceae) or Leadwort looking good. That’s also Plumbago in the turquoise pot. It was purchased in the spring and is still small but has grown quite a bit.
The Plumbago flowers aren’t as full as they were in the cooler temps of late spring.
The Flame Acanthus (Anisacanthus quadrifidus var. wrightii (A. wrightii) to the left looks a little weary. The Senna from the family of Fabaceae has perked back up.
In the background, the fields are white from searing heat and lack of moisture.
I love this bush and so do the bees.
The bright yellow flowers are so cheery.
We had a seven foot tower built for a rose bush since an aggressive climbing rose tore up the old, less sturdy one. We pulled that rose up and will replace it with something else this fall.
This Common Garden Spider immediately claimed the tower.
A camera flash was needed to capture the spider’s web.
Freeze. Let’s play statues and maybe no one will notice me. This Jackrabbit stays in the yard and sometimes has companions. I’m okay with them as long as they just nibble on grass. But lately, they have ventured into the flower beds and are eating plants down to the nub. Chasing them off is useless. They return as soon as I go back in the house. Ah, the pleasures of country living.
“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.” Scott Adams