As one gift to myself, my book of garden essays--Sleep, Creep, Leap: The First Three Years of a Nebraska Garden--should be on Kindle any second, and the paperback out by August. In a few weeks, it'll also be on the iPad, Nook, and Sony Reader.
Another gift is trying to start a native plant garden consulting / coaching business in the wake of losing my teaching job: Monarch Gardens.
Below is a cavalcade of garden pics, my one continual present to myself (or shrine). To see the garden last year at this time link here--it should look familiar. We're almost at the time when the garden begins to look ragged. And fall is coming--I just stopped pinching back the many asters and goldenrods. (And yet, it's 100 with a 110 heat index.)
|Indian Grass is filling out nicely|
|Assorted coneflowers, burnet, monarda, goldenrod,|
liatris, bluestem, milkweed, wild quinine.
|Yellow Pollen Coneflower|
|I love coneflowers--every stage, from opening|
to winter seed heads--are incredible.
|Rudbeckia maxima -- Giant Coneflower|
|Wild Senna -- I try to push this|
perennial whenever I can.
|Folks always ask me what the neat-leaved burnet |
(Sanguisorba) looks like in bloom. Here you go.
|Winecup through the bench|
See you next year. Lord willing with a tenure track job in English, my latest poetry collection released, a book contract for any of my memoirs (with the Oklahoma one fully drafted), an acreage, and an Audi A5. And less grey hair.