November 5, 2016

The thing about a blog . . . and other tidbits.

I recently read on a popular blog that "blogging is a dying medium" . . . and I agree.  It's hard to compete with Facebook, Instagram, and whatever other social media sites there are out there.  But the thing about a blog, at least for me, is that it is a great journaling tool - unlike any other medium.  We have labels, a chronological list of posts, links, photos (okay, all sites have photos, but you get the point), an so much more.  Even though I converted my previous blogs into books, I still deeply regret deleting them because I lost the ability to do a quick search for a plant or recipe, or just the ability to look at photos.  I took a lot of cool photos (that I also deleted).  Handwritten journals are great, but the ease and access of a blog is unbeatable ~ and for that reason alone, I think they still have something to offer.  I think they have a lot of things to offer, but I tend to rattle on too much so we'll stop there.

Moving on . . . October has been my favorite month ever since Philip asked me out on our first date way back when I was just 16 years old . . . and this October we celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary.  
Philip and Jen
We also celebrated Jennifer's 28th birthday.  Seems hard to believe our baby girl is nearing 30.  

So, needless to say, October was a great month here at eli's place ~ birthdays, anniversaries . . . and the fall extravaganza ~ which I look forward to every single year.


I bought a half dozen plants this year, but this yard art was my favorite find of the day.  It's like a rotating doggy see-saw.  My garden is slowly becoming an equal mix of yard art and plants ~ well, not equal . . . more like a 30-70 blend.  :-)

Now on to what's blooming . . . .

Gardenia nitida
Because our fall has gotten off to a very warm start, many of my plants are still thriving ~ like this gardenia above.

Justicia aurea
This is the very first bloom of the season for my yellow justicia.  I have this growing next to my red firespike and I think it's beautiful.

Clerodendrum wallichii
I bought this clerodendrum at last year's fall extravaganza.  I'm pretty sure I was told it would attract butterflies ~ which doesn't appear to be the case in my garden, but it sure is a beauty.  And in case you're wondering, it doesn't have any scent either.

Bolivian Sunset
I have waited weeks and weeks for this plant to bloom.  I feel awful because it's so crowded in the pot (these are all volunteers from last year's single plant).  This is a known hummingbird favorite, just not for my hummingbirds.

Iochroma cyanea
I love this plant - purple queen.  It is easy to grow and propagate from cuttings . . . and the flowers are so different from anything else in my garden, which really makes it stand out.

Russelia sarmentosa)
I bought this "red rocket" because it was said to attract hummingbirds and butterflies - I was beginning to have my doubts, but this past October it did both.  In fact, the hummers, for the first time ever, visited nearly every plant in my garden - even checking out my witches balls!  Made my day - so much so that I went and bought a feeder . . . which they haven't touched (yet).  :-)


The wildlife in my garden makes me happy ~ like really happy.  A couple of weeks ago Philip randomly asked me what I loved . . . and without a moments hesitation I said gardening.  In some ways, being the extreme introvert that I am, I think gardening has saved me.


And I continue to be marveled by it daily.


I also continue to develop and expand my garden.  :-) This is part one of the "last" pathway in the back garden (I think I've said that before).  Part two goes in tomorrow since the boys are deep sea fishing today.  I like it when I have the house to myself, but I realized something today.  Philip's hobby (the deep sea fishing) requires that he takes the truck - which leaves me with the option to drive our motorcycle or my son's itty bitty 350Z ~ and I can barely get my butt in the Z's weird racing seat ~ and I sure as heck can't get any plants in it.  That means he knows I have to behave when he's gone.  Dirty dog!