So here we are, the last Sunday of August, and by my calculations, weather permitting, we have six more weeks of flower shed days. OMG, where has the flower time gone? It seems as though I was only just stating with tulips back in May but here we are, or here I am counting down the number of weeks left. That is good because I am about ready for a break, and that is bad because I just love my flowers and seeing you all.
But just because there is just six more weeks left, there is no need for panic. Your flower cards are good for two years. If you bought a flower card this year you are golden, if your card is from last year, 2020 and you have a balance left, you might just want to stop in and get some flowers because time is fleeting.
On to the exciting flowers though. There are still a lot of exciting and beautiful flowers to be had. The zinnias, annual asters, sunflowers, rudbeckia are all still going strong. They are growing faster and flowering faster than I can almost keep up with.
The glads and the beautiful fragrant peacock lily are trickling in as well. The perennial asters and soon the hardy chrysanthemums will be coming into flower, as well as the perennial grasses to fill out your flower selections.
I am starting the seeding of the spring hardy annuals this coming week, I have ordered 500 ranunculas, 100 anemones and 50 freesias to add to my early spring offerings, so fingers crossed, there will be plenty of flowers from mid April until mid October next year. I have been fretting about the tulips that will be arriving mid December that will need growing on so they will be available to you by early March. Our builder swears the garage will be finished by then which includes the bulb cooler and flower cooler. I am not as confident, but have come up with a solution, I hope. We will just build the bulb cooler in the corner of the finished basement and wing it with a hope and a prayer, and a good extension cord. Or a lot of prayers. Argh. Friggin’ building inspector.
Enough of that worry. I thought I would add a photo that Steve took on Friday of the “Flowers at Lottarock” so we could all see just how cool it all looks. I have to say, I am pretty damn proud of it. I only wish I was younger so I could really see my dreams from 30 years ago through, but hey, I think I am doing pretty stinking good, and I am my own worst critic.
I hope to see you all soon. I can not tell you how much I appreciate all you support and all your good vibes. Makes all those not so good gardening days worthwhile.
Till next time, Allie