Yes, Well, It Was August

I had a lapse, and I blame August.
In July, I was a wonderful peon in the nursery. I moved pots, swept, weeded, potted; you name it. I mowed my big lawn with a tiny push mower. I perspired like crazy but it was a satisfying, accomplished sweat that felt good.
Then August came. I started to sweat from places I never had before. The corners of my eye, my jaw. It was uncomfortable. And very hot.
I moseyed out to water and make sure things were looking healthy. Here and there I picked a weed.
Even our vendor schedule took a nose dive. We had been going to Farmers Markets each Wednesday and Saturday, but the one in Lakeland closed for the month of August, and that left us with only two Saturdays to sell plants. So we took a few road trips and basically tried to enjoy summer.



These photos show our booth at the Curb Market in Lakeland, FL. Emily, 13, my daughter and companion on Saturdays, gets the good chair.

The rains finally came, and though that caused weeds to go like crazy, at least we didn't have to venture out and water.
Now it is September, and it is time to get back into gear. We are busy loading our van, which I call the Great White Whale, with plants to take to market. I shall spend tomorrow pulling weeds. Things are looking so pretty out there in between the weeds. Jim potted the Butterfly Pea into three gallons and staked them on a bamboo pole, and they are blooming like crazy. The Tibuchina is starting to color. Soon we'll have Gloxinia Bolivian Sunset and I hope to finally see the Garlic Vine.
Jim is taking a Master Naturalist class through UF and is getting into the heart of FLorida plant and wild life.
Tomorrow I'll get out and take some pictures of Simpson Stopper, my next choice for plant highlight.
Oh, and the chicken is most definitely a hilarious rooster.
Hope you get out to a garden, or support your local grower!