I put in some hours at the desk this weekend so that I’d have a clean one for this week out in San Diego. It’s harder to admire the costumes and have fan-girl moments when you know there’s work waiting for you when you get home. I would even dare say that I might call it a vacation of sorts. And we’re leaving at a good time too. It’s supposed to be nasty all week in MI, and in San Diego, it’s always 74 and sunny. -grin-
So I’ll be watering my new plants heavy over the next couple of days to get them through the span I’m gone. My folks will be watching the garden and puppies, so I know everything is in good hands. I’m going to lose one Rhodie, though. I swear, the things are inbred so far that they die for no apparent reason.
Here’s a shot of something I’m kind of proud of. It’s a common day lily, rescued almost fifteen years ago from a gully next to my house. I took three or four slips and babied them until I had a nice showing. Then we moved, and I took a clump or two with me–babied them along as well until I had a massive showing. Then we moved again. This time, I took the thinnings of my established bed, not expecting anything to flower this year, but bang! I did get a few.
What I like about this plant, other than I’ve had it in three incarnations over fifteen years, is that it’s a double maybe a triple, meaning that it’s got two or three times the normal chromosome count. (Mud, some help here. I’ve not had a Biology class in almost two decades.) Plants, unlike people, can do that. -grin- That’s why it’s got three sets of petals. From a ditch. In the middle of a field. Go figure.