I can at least look back 6 months and remember what it was like at That Old House in late July. . . .
Here's a post from July 29, 2009 -- I hope you enjoy it.
You can click to see other re-issued posts at the end of this post,
where you will find links to other Sunday Favorites posts. (Thanks, Chari!)
What is in bloom, in late July, at That Old House?
Last week, I discovered that what I thought were old iris leaves just hanging out, waiting for the axe to fall, were, in fact, fresh green gladiolus leaves, just hanging out waiting for their flowers to pop.
I really like this color, with the dark border; so pretty in pink.
(Calling the real gardeners: is that called a picotee edge?)
she loves getting gussied up with fresh flowers.
Phlox. That's a funny name.
Who came up with that name for such a pretty flower?
Nope, doesn't get any better.
"Honey, get the paper towels! The dog is phloxing on the good rug!"
Is there another name for these guys? Are they also called Sweet William?
With sedum, that's a good thing; it will reward us in the fall.
And I guess it is Great-Uncle Howard, actually. Yikes.
My great uncles smoked stinky cigars and wore their pants hiked up under their nipples.
I think Dion is telling me it is time to leave the computer, and give him a treat.
He may be right. We could both use a good walk! -- Cass