By mid-July the construction work was just about finished and new turf laid so we appreciated the regular rainfall which followed more than we might have done other years. About 50 dahlia plants went into half of Richard’s veggie plot, sacrificed to my plants. The apricot-flowered bronze leaf ones (City of Ankmaar) mostly went into the bed we made last year in front of Tony’s wall, with maybe six plants in Wichford pots. I managed to squeeze some plants in odd places around the garden and about eight in the site where we had previously grown dahlias, in front of the deck, once the turf job was finished. Woody pieces of tuber and ones which had not produced shoots ended up on the old open compost heap in the shaded area behind the new extension, where they grew and – despite the lack of sunshine – produced 4 or 5 flowers.
Eventually I got tired of picking dahlias from the veggie plot for display indoors and decided to drastically cut back on the number to overwinter. We’ll keep the apricot ones, some Caribbean Fantasy (white, yellow and dark pink) and any remaining Balthazar, but abandon Who Dun It and the pink dwarf ones.
We were able to buy some cheap junipers and other perennials for the new beds beside the front culvert, added some bits of Vinca and watered assiduously because the soil is not very deep. We gradually repaired the edges of beds where clay and sand got dumped and by the end of August it was looking like a garden again. Richard created a nice work area for me on the garage side of the house where I kept my pots of lilies after they had flowered. We bought new benches for the paved patio area outside the back door when we discovered it was such a pleasant shaded area while the deck was in full sun. It turned out to be a favourite spot for afternoon tea.
As the building work is using the site of my dahlia bed I have to decide where they will be grown this summer. R has kindly sacrificed one of the raised beds intended for veggies, but the dwarf (border) ones and short bronze leafed ones need homes….I am also suffering from an embarrassment of riches.
The lupin which hangs on but not really thrived is growing up through a volunteer Rosa rubrifolia which seems to work quite well: the colours set each off and the rose holds up the rather leggy and droopy lupin.
Hippeastrum (Amaryllis) 2014 bulb bloomed magnificently, with two stems, the first carrying four large flowers and the second eight nearly as large. The 2013 bulb is still sulking but the 2012 bulb produced three huge flowers on a very short stem, this being its third time of flowering.
After a couple of weeks of below average temperatures, including first frost – albeit only light – 19 September, we are now enjoying a burst of Indian summer.
24 September Large flights of geese passing over the garden, accompanied by cicadas sawing away in full voice, after a couple of quiet weeks, and not the usual end of season running down noise. Also juvenile cardinals and goldfinches begging food from their parents. Migrating warblers still passing through in small numbers, but lots of robins and vireos along with large flocks of goldfinches and starlings.
Dahlias still blooming well although the few flower buds on Kenora Macob have yet to open.
Golden days when early morning light starts to become golden (as the angle changes) and is accompanied by other seasonal events: first Ontario peaches, first local sweetcorn, Golden rod starts to bloom – all golden!
The light is turning golden, and humidity and temperatures rising, although it is wetter than some years. High summer is here even if we haven’t yet reached the dogdays. There are compensations: first Ontario peaches, homegrown aubergines ready to cook, some garden tomatoes ripe enough to eat, dahlias in flower along with many of the lilies. While some lilies are finished with just one not yet opening its flowers, there is still a good show from them. The garlic crop has just been harvested.
Most of the dahlias are in bloom, apart from the very late-starting Kenora Macob, with plenty of buds to come. I planted three late-shooting dahlias at the front, behind the irises but next to the drive, where they are almost ready to bloom but from much shorter plants, presumably because of more sunshine. There should be a good show of apricot flowered Bronze leaf dahlias, with several already in flower in pots, and we already have four good flower spikes blooming on canna lilies.
The garden is full of juvenile birds demanding food from or being shooed away by their overwhelmed parents. The past few days have seen the arrival of lots of Yellow Warblers as well as an American Redstart, female or juvenile. There have been lots of juvenile hummingbirds visiting the garden flowers for the past couple of weeks.
Rescuing baby rodents:
A miniature mouse (deer or white-footed) popped out from a gap at the bottom of the basement stairs, as surprised as I was to see it, which gave me time to grab the wastepaper basket and shoo it into it using a handy towel. Of course it was a woven cane basket so it kept climbing up inside but I was able to shake it down again for long enough to get out the back door and release it under the cedar tree.
As if we need more grey squirrels! I have watched for at least a couple of weeks as a small grey squirrel with smart white front built a nest barely 10′ above the deck at the end of the lowest branches of the cedar tree in front of the dining room window. From its size and smart, unmarked coat I assume the squirrel is in its first season so presumed the nest to be some kind of roost. Although fairly safe from predators at the end of the branch, the whole edifice looked insecure and proved to be so when half of it thudded to the deck in a light breeze at lunchtime. The squirrel emerged and ran back up the tree to check the remains of the nest before returning to the clump of nest on the deck where it pushed its way inside, rummaged around and settled down, apparently unaware it was on the deck.
R went out to investigate, gently lifting some of the material with a cane and the squirrel shot out, back up the tree. He looked into the nest and saw two babies so we transferred it – and them – into a large plastic pot with drainage holes and wedged it in the tree near the remains of the original nest. The babies had the beginnings of some fuzz although they were pink and curled up with eyes closed. However, the strange squeaky whine I had heard in the past few days was explained – even squirrels this young will protest vociferously!
We returned indoors to watch and after some minutes, the mother returned, had a hissy fit outside the remaining bits of nest in the tree and then ventured down to investigate the remains on the deck. I was surprised how long it took her to locate the babies in their nest in the pot as we’d put it quite close to the original nest site and I assumed she’d smell and possibly hear them. After cautiously climbing into the pot, she emerged with a baby in her mouth and ran off up the tree so we left her to it.
An hour or so later, some of the nest lining materials had been pulled out through the drainage holes at the base of the pot, so she’d obviously returned again, hopefully for the second baby. Looking at surrounding trees, I saw a second nest about 15′ above the original, at the end of a branch of the basswood behind the cedar, so suspect the family has relocated there.
Despite bright sunshine all day, my birthday was cold, starting at minus 8C and not rising above plus 3C. However, there are snowdrops, crocuses, miniature irises and chinodoxa blooming in the garden.
The cankered maple tree on the back fence was felled by Brian’s crew on 17 April, doing surprisingly little damage, apart from an area where the soil was rather trodden down.
Two days later, it was warm enough to work out doors in light sweaters. I started repotting the lilies to their summer quarters. The dahlia bed in front of the deck is not a good place to overwinter them because some have rotted.
Vernal solstice was followed by snow and low temperatures, decidedly un-spring like.
25 March After a cold start, temperatures crept up to zero – really warm compared with recent days. By evening Happy God’s head showed above the snow, after being buried in snow for weeks.
The picotee 2013 Amaryllis which was been cosseted since October finally unfurled its blooms: three on one stem and four on the other, only one remaining as a bud. Probably worth waiting for….
Still under more than a foot of frozen snow and overnight temperatures reaching minus 20C – this winter has been tooooo long.
5 March sunny start, minus 15C with light snow falling; conditions must have been just right for the falling snowflakes to look like spangles, catching the sunlight as they fell. Also sparkling on top of the previously fallen snow, so just these flakes had just the right crystal structure. Difficult to photograph but he tried:
Yesterday the 2012 Amaryllis started to break bud so I brought it up to the dining room windowsill where it is opening two blooms. The expensive prepared bulb bought last fall has two flower stems but the buds look puny and a long way from opening yet.
8 March A couple of the squirrels are now sufficiently light and hungry to have managed the leap from the larch tree to crash land on the bird feeders. Richard had four attempts at lopping pieces off the lowest branch to prevent this, but we seem to have stymied them for now. The 2012 Amaryllis has three flowers buds, one almost open.
Happy New Year!
Off to a good start: bright sunshine although minus 18C so all is sparkly with yesterday’s powder snow blowing around. First birds were both Carolina Wrens and the Northern Flicker, along with a smart red fox checking for fallen seed under the feeders.