Tales from the little yellow bungalow: A day late and a picture short. . .
Only two years or so ago my mom gave me the sweetest little climbing miniature rose bush. If I remember correctly, it came in a 4 inch pot so it was not big at all. She told me that in just a season or two it would be completely covering whatever I planted it on. Boy was she right! By this spring, even after a drastic trim last fall, it has completely taken over one whole porch post and a good part of two sides or railings. Just a few days ago it was a complete mass of pink and simply breath taking! I thought to myself that I needed to grab a photo. Then came three nearly non-stop days of rain. . .
Today, although still pretty, she is a little less stunning with the majority of her blooms soggy or washed away. The ground of my garden now sports a lovely pink carpet of tiny pink petals.
There are a few beauties remaining though, like the one below. These flowers are so tiny, only about 1.5" in across.
Every year I try to get out in the garden and photograph everything in bloom. Usually first up are the two pink dogwoods in front of our house. Just when they were in perfect bloom, a massive wind and rain came and they were completely de-bloomed in one swift storm. Then there was the massive sea of iris. If you have read here before, you may remember that I have a bit of an iris problem and am a bit over run with them in my garden. Still, for as much as they frustrate me, they are amazing in bloom. Immediately following the iris come the peonies. I absolutely love the peonies in my garden, one of which was from my grandmother's garden more than forty years ago. I have quite a few of them, each amazing and different. With both the iris and the peonies and the dogwoods before them, the rain got them before I got to take photos of them. Now the same is true with the roses. sigh. I just seem to be a day late every time!
In other garden news. . .
I think I blogged last year about how a bird had nested in the climbing rose on my porch. It didn't seem to work out for her as we never saw any babies. I don't know enough about birds to know if this is the same one, but once again, we have a bird nest on the porch in the roses in the exact same spot. Silly bird should have learned better! She seemed to upset last year with every coming and going and would fly off frantically every time someone came or went or tried to sit out on the porch. Add in that the nest was dinky and kind of shabby, obviously a first time attempt. This year's nest is much bigger and more impressive, so maybe she learned from some of last year's mistakes. So I was curious today about what was happening in the nest and I know I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself, so I climbed up on a chair and took a peek inside and found. . .
three or four wee baby birds. Awwww and Ewwwww at the same time. The amount of bird poo in that nest is totally gross! Now I know why when we found nests as kids mom told us not to touch and to wash our hands. I have to say, momma bird was not happy at me at all. She gets mad when we come out on the porch anyway, but climb up on a chair and look in her nest and you will get a talkin' to! She flew off and perched in the dogwood next to the porch and unleashed a chirping like I have never heard! I am fairly certain she was telling me off! She won't like it, but I am pretty sure that I am going to have to peek into that nest again and then, of course, wash my hands because ewwww, all that poo is gross!