The apples on our trees are coming down. A wicked wind in hurrying them off the trees.
Bob wants to mow the grass under the trees, but he can’t. The apples are in his way.
What to do? Pick them up.
Bob can not pick up off the ground, so he uses his grabber. I just lean over and pick up as many as I can.
We both had to watch for falling apples. A healthy wind was bombing us with the fruit. Good thing the apples are rather small this year. These don’t hurt so much when they drop on our heads.
Hopefully, we’ll get some good apples off the trees before they all blow down.
Wonder what we do with the apples that have fallen? We take them down the lane and toss them in an unplanted area where we just happen to have our critter cam set up. It isn’t our fault that deer and other critters come and eat some of the discarded fruit.
Cosmos flowers are one of my favorites–I have many favorites.
The trouble is that this year I’m still waiting for my cosmos to bloom. The plants are tall, but because I started my current cosmos directly from seed to the ground, they are taking forever to produce buds, let alone blooms.
It doesn’t help that quite a few of my daylilies didn’t survive our winter so we don’t have them to add color to our yard.
Oh, well, I guess I’ll have to wait a little longer for my cosmos to brighten my summer. Maybe next year, I’ll remember to start a few cosmos seeds in the house in April.
There are many pretty places in Wisconsin. One that is not far from our home is the Green Bay Botanical Garden.
One lovely corner (there are many lovely corners) is this spot in the Kress Oval Garden. The statue is of George Kress playing his violin for his wife.
I always like it as it depicts love in later years….Too bad Bob doesn’t play the violin, or any instrument for that matter. If we ever had a statue of us together, we would be sitting on the bench together.
This old apple tree reminds me of those living on our farm as it has seen many years. A nice place to stop and ponder the ups and downs of life.
I have bought a number of flower bulbs and tubers over the years, but my favorite ones have come from friends.
Gardeners like to share their beauties with others. It’s their way of adding color to the world.
This dahlia probably has a name, but I forgot it. Flower names don’t mean so much to me. I’m sure my friend, Bridget Staley, would know. There’s a lot of flower and garden information in her head. She’s a Master Gardener and the tubers for this dahlia came from Bridget.
I lost a lot of my perennials over the winter. Either the cold killed them or some hungry creature ate the bulbs. Having dahlias blooming here today is a wonderful gift. Thanks for the gift and sharing the beauty, Bridget.
Sometimes it’s a struggle to sit at the computer and write, especially when it’s a beautiful day. My writer friends think I should be working at my writing, no matter the weather. My gardening friends see it differently. They think a day working inside is a waste.
I try to do both sometimes. When that happens there are too many weeds in my flower garden and not enough words on the page.
It’s a good thing some flowers bloom, with or without my help. Writing is different. If I don’t put words down and say what I want, no one else can do it for me–at least not exactly.