“Oh Sisters, let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down.
Oh Brothers, let’s go down.
Down to the river to pray…”
Well, the Sunflowers have sung their last Song of the Summer, and it was a track from The Coen Brothers’ O Brother, Where Art Thou, a favorite of mine.
With the truck stereo playing at full-blast, I recently dead-headed enough Sunflowers to plant an entire field (or three for next spring), so be thinking about how to create a Sunflower Maze! And, per my kind father’s instructions, I left plenty of sunflowers so the birds will have plenty to eat. That sentiment is quintessential Dad.
“The birds have to eat, too.”
As for my singing, well I am sure all the animals and inhabitants thoroughly enjoyed my off-key duet with Emmylou Harris & Co. At least, that’s what I tell myself. Apologies to all you Groundhogs, Rabbits, Squirrels, hidden Deer, et al.
The Zinnias are also nearing their End.
The once, nicely-tilled rows are now virtually impassable as the now-giant plants have fallen over and crisscrossed one another. Now, to cut some blooms, I kinda have to lean in and reach. A machete would come in handy.
As for the rest of the garden, well, the grass is really thick and lush. I stopped mowing it right after Zinnia Fest. Dad says it’s important to keep tilling it up so that it doesn’t get a foothold in next year’s garden! Sorry Dad, but not only does this grass have a foothold, it also has a full-body lock.
I have lost the Will to Till.
I do have quite a few Marigolds that have somehow survived the choke-hold on them from all the crabgrass. Should you pass my sister’s café in the next week or so, check out the flower boxes with marigolds. They came from Groundhog Hill, but go soon as she has a tendency to forget to water them on the weekends.
I was honored to provide Zinnias for the recent visit by the catholic Archbishop to Our Lady of Mercy for the recent installation of their new priest, Father Pablo. Those Zinnias sure do get around!
Soon, as the weather cools down, I can begin to dead-head the Zinnias as well, but unlike the Sunflowers, I won’t leave any for the birds. Sorry, Dad. They are for next year’s garden which I predict will be a real show-stopper!
Hard to believe Summer is drawing to a close. As it does, so does the garden at Groundhog Hill.
Time to trade in the bib overalls and muck boots for board shorts and flip flops.
So long from Groundhog Hill (for this year!).
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