Good morning, and are you ready for another ten? Welcome to Saturday Morning Blogging
Tenth Anniversary Edition!
I have headed Saturday Morning Garden Blogging for a full ten years. During that time my kids have gone from elementary school, through high school, and now are now on to jobs and college (but not yet out of the house).
The Mister has retired, and I have moved on to self-employment.
And my garden has grown. I have ten years of photos and observations of Denver's climate. Through you, I've been introduced to new plants to try growing both inside and out.
And best of all, I've made friends, both on-line and in meat space.
After the fold there are several of my favorite photographs from over the years; I did manage to take a few memorable ones.
And now, Saturday Morning Garden Blogging is now under new management: I turn it over to you to carry on for the next ten years.
Good morning, and it's still weird. Welcome to Saturday Morning Garden Blogging.
In Denver this week we went from lumpy wads of wet snow on February 1, to a high in the mid 70s yesterday — and in between on Wednesday we started calm, were whipped with wind and snow for a couple of hours but ended up in the 60s.
Weird. Weird weird weird.
Goodmorning, and isn’t this just perfectly fucked up?
So, yesterday was one of those days.
It started with having to spend 15 minutes chiseling peepholes through the ice a freezing drizzle had left on my windshield.
The Polish Princess threw a whole shitpile of work my way right around Christmas; the law firm where she works has gotten slammed with a series of hearings and trials so they need some extra hands on deck. So I’ve been wrangling with exhibit lists and digesting depositions and having all sorts of fun.
Of course yesterday, the lawyers changed how they wanted construct the exhibit list — which is due on Monday. Yesterday afternoon I tore apart the list and am now re-ordering and reconstructing it, while cross-checking the list against the documents to make sure everything still matches up. I did get everything set up so I could do the work from home over the weekend.
And then, about an hour after I got home, our phone and internet went down before I started putting Saturday Morning Garden Blogging together. Centurylink says they may be able to wander through sometime mid-week and see if they can fix it.
So I had to get up this morning and go into the office and throw together something to post.
I’d really like to order this parrot gladiola from Old House Gardens but the climate here has become so unpredictable I’m leery of spending $15.50 on one gladiola corm. It is the first gladiola that was imported to the United States back in the 1830s.
Instead, I’ll go with the more affordable Kakaga glad...
...perhaps mixed with this beauty, Firedance.
That’s what’s happening here. What’s going on in your gardens?
Good morning, and it just ain't right. Welcome to Saturday Morning Garden Blogging.
Our weirdly variable weather here in Denver, which started with a sudden, brutal freeze in early November, has continued. We started December with warm temperatures — on December 12 I was in shirtsleeves and the high was 66°.
Christmas brought with it Christmassy weather: a blast of arctic cold and snow. Thank gawd for the snow protecting the perennials when the low went to a record-breaking -19° on the 30th.
The sky cleared and we warmed up a bit yesterday… but we are forecast to get another blast of snow today.
The whipsawing fall temperatures have left me with the unfamiliar, dappled shadows in the front yard. Many trees had their leaves frozen in place by the sudden, deep cold of early November. And, despite bouts of wind since that November freeze…
This is the eighth annual posting of the Christmas Story, from a mother's point of view.
Through the years it's changed a bit — the language tweaked here and there, photos added then improved upon.
In 2011 it was dubbed the top "anti-Christian rant" by the stupidest man on the internet, Jim Hoft the Gateway Pundit.
It's also been praised by a few members of the clergy for emphasizing the humanity of the story.
And it all started as a conversation between two working mothers about what a stupid idea it is to pound on a drum anywhere near a newborn and his mother.
As I've wallowed in Christmas music the last couple of weeks, I've pondered the traditions of the Christmas story; and I've come to a conclusion.
Mary was shafted.
There she is, 8+ months pregnant, having been dragged all over Israel on the back of a fucking donkey. I know that when I was 8 months pregnant, I had a hard time riding for two hours in a car to attend my father-in-law's funeral.
And men just do not understand how often one has to pee when there's a baby sitting on one's bladder, especially when one is being jiggled by travel. Do you think Joseph cheerfully stopped every 15 minutes for a potty break, heaving Mary on and off the donkey with nary a complaint? I mean, he didn't even get the fun of the conception. That had to have had an effect on his equanimity during the pregnancy.
Good morning, and at least the Christmas cactus bloomed at the right time. Welcome to Saturday Morning Garden Blogging.
Denver's weather has not been getting me into the mood for Christmas.
The high on December 2nd was 65°. Overnight lows have bobbed around the freezing mark. Average daily temperatures are 5° or so above normal.
And no moisture. We need moisture — always.
The forecast isn't showing any Christmas-type weather coming up, so I'll just have to charge through Christmas preparations without it.
Good morning, and happy Thanksgiving! Welcome to Saturday Morning Garden Blogging.
This has been the weirdest November here in Denver. We started out extremely warm, reaching a high of 72° on November 1.
That ended November 10 when an arctic front blew in, dropping temperatures from the mid-60s in the late morning, to below freezing in 90 minutes. We blew past low temperature records, with single-digit highs and an overnight of low of -14° on the 13th. The sudden turn-about freeze dried late-blooming lavender flowers.
Gawd - I hate drinkers!.
I live in a urban area, and all year long I see the SUVs of drinkers parked crookedly with the ass-end in the roadway and taking up 3 spaces along the street where I live, as they wander off to crawl the bars over on Broadway.
It is very common for me to later see piles of trash - beer cans, 6-pack packaging, fast-food wrappers, emptied ash-trays, clothing and sometimes piles of vomit - left behind where their vehicles had been.
These guys are drunken pigs.
Good morning, and Happy Day After Halloween! Welcome to Saturday Morning Garden Blogging.
My garden dressed as September for Halloween
That's what's happening here. What's going on in your gardens?
Good morning, and is the calendar stuck? Welcome to Saturday Morning Garden Blogging.
You see that lush growth? That's the zucchetta vine, which should be dead. Our weirdly warm October continues: no snow in sight, and the forecast is for it to be in the low 80s today.
We're running a good 10° above normal highs for this time of year. Maybe it's the hot air from all the campaign ads. I will be so glad when the election is over.
Good morning, and it really is fall. Welcome to Saturday Morning Garden Blogging.
We got a whiff of frost on October 3 — enough to freeze burn the very top of the tomato vines, but not enough to kill the warm weather crops. Then, after a few days in the 70s the highs went down to the 60s, with about a ½" of rain.
And it smells like fall in the morning. Only a couple more weeks of daylight savings time — and as I walk to work in the morning I'll be glad to have the earlier sunrise.
The box of bulbs from Old House Gardens arrived on Thursday — but I'm not sure the ground is cold enough yet. Think I'll hold back another week or two before planting them. There's plenty of other clean up to do before the bulbs go into the ground.
However, the hyacinth bulbs in the refrigerators are good to go; they've been chilling since early September. I've set the first batch of bulbs to rooting so in January I can smell the hyacinth and have hope of the spring to come.
That's what's happening here. What's going on in your gardens?
Good morning, and happy autumn! Welcome to Saturday Morning Garden Blogging.
The shot of winter that we had a week ago jump-started the change in seasons, even though we switched right back into summertime weather with highs in the 90s, lows in the upper 50s — suddenly the cottonwoods have splotches of yellow, and gusts of wind rustle newly fallen leaves across the sidewalks.
It's been a good year for the Autumn Joy sedum; some years I have problems with huge aphid infestations. This year we got melon aphids instead. It's been hell on the melon plants, but the heavy infestation is providing food for a bumper crop of ladybugs. I've never seen so many ladybug larva. I did manage to get one French cantaloupe ripe, and a couple more may make it before frost, or aphids, do the plants in.