“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”
-- William Shakespeare
I went looking for a summer quote to start this blog post, and this one of the Bard's was the closest to what I feel about summer. It is all too short ... but not short enough.
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| Spider mites (Margo D. Beller) |
Most people love summer for the heat, being out of school, time down the shore. Not me. The overabundance of heat, humidity and insects tends to keep me indoors if I can help it.
I don't need to look for birds now. The birds can get along without me quite well, and there are plenty I can hear in the early morning cool from my porch - robins, catbirds, cardinals, mockingbird, the occasional house finch, flicker or goldfinch. (The house wrens are silent, however, making frequent trips to the box to feed their young.)
But with summer comes too many garden chores, and if I don't work in the garden on a regular basis - heat or no - I have big problems.
Overgrown apple tree
(Margo D. Beller)
The flowers are lovely, yes, but the weeds are also growing - everywhere, including behind the deer netting. Last year, when I was sick, I could do nothing in the garden. As a result, there were so many weeds everywhere, including growing between the paving stones on the front walkway so you couldn't see the bricks. This year I've been out frequently with a spray bottle of vinegar and salt to keep that from happening again.
Overgrown cedar (Margo D. Beller)
There are, as usual, too many insects. They feed the birds but they also attack garden plants and sometimes me. The red spider mites showed up earlier than usual to attack the yellow daisies. For these pests I use a spray bottle of water and, wearing rubber gloves, carefully run my fingers up the stem and crush as many of these pests as I can (and then rinse the red residue off the gloves).
In some areas of the yard, my pulling weeds angers the resident no-see-ums, which bite me so fiercely the affected areas feel like they are on fire. This is despite my wearing coverings from head to toe and going out early to work when it is cooler and shady.
And don't get me started on mosquitoes.
Overgrown pear tree (Margo D. Beller)
The ground ivy grows everywhere, no matter how much I pull up. Its more noxious cousin, poison ivy, has been coming up in nearly inaccessible places, such as under the hedge. I can yank up handfuls of ground ivy but for poison ivy I need to cover each hand with a plastic bag to pull the stuff out without giving myself a rash, and even then I make sure to wash my hands and lower arms with cold water and soap as soon as possible.
The blue spruce is tall and stately, but it is in an area of the yard where it does not affect the house. The dogwood that was planted nearby at the same time as the spruce has reached its full height, but it is a runt compared with the tall oak trees overhead. But other trees should've been pruned years ago. The arborvitae (white cedar) planted near the front door is now so tall I could reach it from my second-floor office window. The pear tree grew so tall its fruit-laden upper branches were resting on the porch roof. The apple tree is in dire need of a haircut, too.
Ground ivy on the wrong side of the fence
(Margo D. Beller)
Yesterday, an unusually cool and windy day, I took my 14-foot extension lopper and cut down as many of the pear branches as I could reach. But the other pear branches plus those of the other too-tall trees will need professional help this year. As will the house, which needs washing and gutter clearing. And there's that deer fencing I must re-do when it gets cooler so I can get at the weeds, put down mulch and dig a new border to minimize the mess next year (I hope).
Summer can't end soon enough.
