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Wherein I weep for my willow
Jun. 24th, 2012 09:20 amI have a small curly willow in a pot, surrounded by blue-gray hostas. Thursday I forgot to water it. Friday it was totally wilted, and so were the hostas. I watered it; the hostas bounced back. The willow did not.
This has happened before, however, and the last time I cut off the dead branches. Within about ten days it was putting out new shoots. So my weeping is more like sniffling and is not accompanied by the donning of sackcloth and ashes.
But still. It broke up the urban landscape on the east side of the Christian Street property. I had started two more with a vague idea of using the three as a hedge.
A ferocious thunderstorm Friday night took down a maple on our block, in front of Shiloh Baptist Church. Miraculously, it struck neither the church nor any parked cars. It's disappointing, though. It had struggled along in the shadow of the elm and I had hoped that with more light it might grow taller and help to shade our house in the brutal summer afternoons.
The thunderstorm also snapped the weakened twine I was using the keep the peony foliage upright. Something will need to be done about that.
We're having two post-storm days of more temperate weather. I rode seven miles yesterday and plan to do likewise again today, in an effort to keep my back from seizing up rather than just being sore.
This has happened before, however, and the last time I cut off the dead branches. Within about ten days it was putting out new shoots. So my weeping is more like sniffling and is not accompanied by the donning of sackcloth and ashes.
But still. It broke up the urban landscape on the east side of the Christian Street property. I had started two more with a vague idea of using the three as a hedge.
A ferocious thunderstorm Friday night took down a maple on our block, in front of Shiloh Baptist Church. Miraculously, it struck neither the church nor any parked cars. It's disappointing, though. It had struggled along in the shadow of the elm and I had hoped that with more light it might grow taller and help to shade our house in the brutal summer afternoons.
The thunderstorm also snapped the weakened twine I was using the keep the peony foliage upright. Something will need to be done about that.
We're having two post-storm days of more temperate weather. I rode seven miles yesterday and plan to do likewise again today, in an effort to keep my back from seizing up rather than just being sore.
