Well thanks to Clare and Jeanne (A Bluestocking Knits) I now have two ways to remember white rose for York. Yorkshire is big in cricket, so cricket whites
and York peppermint patties are white inside:
I did to go TNNA again, the big needlearts trade show. We had a book signing for Wearwithall and people really were waiting in line to get the book. I was worried no one would show up. Here’s the line at the Unicorn (book distributor) booth, with browsing while you wait:
Scott, Theresa and Sarah are in the author’s booth. Since we didn’t all fit, Shelly and I stood outside, chatting and signing. It was so much fun!
But home to the heat of the summer and the garden. We have lots of honeybees this year, which I hope is a good portent for the health of bees.
I have to say, though, that much as I enjoy having a garden, some summers gardening feels less like a rewarding hobby and more like an episode of Battlefield. I snorted out loud last night when I saw a woman on Masterpiece Mystery drifting about the perfect garden in her flowing nightdress and robe, waiting for the maid to bring her morning tea. I, on the other hand, woke up this morning and lay in bed pondering the slaughter of my latest nemesis, squash bugs. Is it because of the mulch? Are the squash plants on the other end of the garden bug-free because they weren’t mulched? One website recommended row covers, which have to be removed for pollination, unless you pollinate by hand. By hand. As if. Yeah, right about the time the maid brings tea, the gardener will be pollinating the winter squash. (Guy says he doesn’t want to be that closely involved with the sex life of winter squash.) I went out in torn shorts and a raggedy t-shirt (my flowing gown was in the laundry) to do battle and saw that the pollinating was happening in the good old fashioned way:
The ethnic cleansing of the Japanese beetles continues unabated, and we are doing constant battle with the squirrels over the hazelnut bushes. This is the first year that the bushes have really produced, but the lovely giant green nuts are fast disappearing, and I am chasing squirrels away all the time.
The wet spring and crazy heat have created a weed crop that might feed the entire city if I could figure out which ones were edible. This is a fallow spot where I’m layering the weeds that won’t fit in the compost, in hopes of having it be nice and fertile for next growing season.
The roses were lovely but then the heat has caused everything to bloom and bust. My white phlox have all turned that nasty magenta ‘eschewed’ by garden writers. The wild Turks-cap lily and globe thistle are the only things that look decent in that bed.
My late summer lilies are already in full bloom, at least for a day or two.
I do have to say, after all this whining, that I am grateful that I don’t have to rely on my garden for my winter food. My little plot helps me appreciate the struggles that farmers endure. I feel sorry for those in the UK with a wet, cold summer that has produced little in the way of crops. Apparently the Times of London has printed an opinion piece opposing the rain.
I have been doing some knitting, in spite of the heat. These little cuties will be a free pattern on the Wearwithall website, to go with the baby sweater and tunic. I wanted to put them in the book, but there wasn’t room. I added short rows in the back is to accommodate cloth diapers. I didn’t know cloth took up more space than disposable. Good thing I have some diaper-dealing mamas in my circle of friends.
What do you think? Striped cuff, or solid?