Sunday, June 3

The ponds need a thorough redoing. The top pond needs to be completely relined and edged. It has such a lush growth of horsetails, cattails, and rushes, it’s a shame to rip it all up, but it has two big leaks in the liner. They do water the edge plants, and could remain if sketchily patched.

Stellar in the top pond

The bottom pond, the big pond hand dug by the Ranger, needs to be vacuumed or mucked, then fed: the lilies need food this year. Corkscrew rush and variegated sweetflag look healthy, the Louisiana irises are fine, too, but cattails need to be thinned. They’ve grown their own little habitats, and the least intervention I can do here would be best. The water’s a little cloudy, making the fish a little murky to see. Why is this pond cloudy, and the top pond so clear, and how can I fix it? Only six fish remain from the dozens last year, including three of the original 28-cent goldfish I put in three years ago.

Little Dr. Vincent’s tombstone in the lower left corner with columbine, snow-in-summer, and angelica, and pink lupines behind the crabapple tree. The Bombay Wall is almost finished, and enough sapphire bottles will remain to start a new project.

Why is it only the pink lupines survived the winter? I transplanted more purple than pink from Katherine’s gorgeous yard in town. She also supplied me with lavender, most of which are thriving. Angelica in the Vinnie bed has flowered, the red and white columbine and snow in summer on Little Dr. Vincent’s grave are blooming in the foreground of the pink lupine. Early spring pasqueflower blooms have all fluttered open to airy, alien seeds, themselves a fine feature. The blue avena grass must be split, it’s got a bald man’s fringe. With two round sprinklers here this bed has finally flourished; daisies in the island bloom profusely amidst steadily creeping long-ago planted vinca.

Never leave on morning rounds without your gloves! I know this, yet I continue, each morning seduced anew thinking I will just go get something, and next thing I know I’m far from the patio, on my knees pulling cheatgrass, without gloves.

The meadow rue flowers are just beginning to open. At 8:30 this morning, one honeybee has found them. I must check back hourly and see if more have come. All the pink penstemons are in full bloom on the third of June, and the prairie penstemons are withering. Salvias are in full bloom. Catmint flowers need to be cut back before they seed, and soon, so they’ll rebloom. Honeybees, it turns out, see blue most easily, and naive bees go to blue flowers first. Lucky I am I have so many, so my naive bees can eat their fill. Desert four-o-clocks, Mirabilis multiflora, are beginning to bloom regularly, and Missouri evening primrose has been blooming for a week. Gallardia is in full bloom. Last year’s leeks are going to seed and need harvesting.

Last year’s leeks need to be pulled, leaving this year’s sprouts to grow.

The tiniest little 3/8 inch tomatoes have showed up on the Violet Jasper with the most southern exposure. The tiny little root-rotted eggplants look strong with new green leaves, and may survive and bear flowers. The Pearly Pink cherry tomato is beginning to bud. The Green Doctor cherry that laid low and forked at the beginning looks great, it’s climbed up twice its original height in the past two days.

The close bee-watching chair shot from the far bee-watching chair, with the lovely top-bar hive and the new roof Joseph made to keep the rain off. Ha! What rain? Presumably it will rain again one day, and surely we’ll get some snow in winter…

The combs grow, and columbine reflects in the peekaboo window.

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