Spawns a Limerick Craze
It’s five o’clock on a Friday in August
At last, the mowers have quit for the day
Though we love noisy nights
When crickets tune fiddles and play.
It’s just past high noon on a bright day in August
Midges are resting (thank god) from a grand night of jumps
But skeeters are biting
And chiggers are fighting
To see who wins the race to our rumps.
It’s four o’clock on a Sunday in August
We sit on the porch sipping sweet lemonade
Till steam-bath humidity
Melts our stupidity
We flee to chilled chambers like a frantic brigade.
It’s three o’clock of a heat wave in August
That’s bringing white skies and a long summer drought*
Our grand plants look ragtag
While vines play bully-tag
And we beg, no we pray, for some heavenly clout.
It’s ten o’clock on a black night in August
A rip-snortin’ storm wakes up us and the frogs
Lops trees at their knees
Shreds sheds like split peas
Oh, the clean-ups next day become sad epilogues.
It’s nine o’clock on a bright day in August
I step out and I’m trapped in a tangle of webs
They spin silk by the yard
They’re invading our yard
Sigh! Spiders will rule till summertime ebbs.
It’s one o’clock on the best day in August
Dazzling crepe myrtles gild rail track and road
Hummers sip brunch
But my, how the weeds just seem to explode.
It’s two o’clock on a fine day in August
Cool juice from late peaches tickles our chin
But the temperature soars
We’ll just skip garden chores
It won’t make a difference, the weeds always win.
The stars wink on, it’s the last night of August
We cheer! We’ve survived summer’s dog days
We beat bugs and sweat
Ah, let’s just forget . . .
Surely September will bring fresh bouquets.
Then, as shadows grow long and evenings grow dark
And we’re missing sweet melons while corn stalks turn stark
And days grow cold and winds blow in December
We may look back on August and fondly remember. . .
*This verse refers to August 2018 which was so dry I had to cut plants back to relieve stress.
I hope you enjoy our August 2019 pictures.
Reliable ‘Canyon Creek’ abelia begins to bloom mid-August and goes on and on and on.
Argiope auranta, one of Charlotte’s relatives, takes over a low, mounding crepe myrtle.
Our neighbor Carole calls this her Charlie Brown crepe myrtle, a pretty plant from a seedling we found in our garden and planted by Bob ten years ago. It never grew, never bloomed until this year — with more buds ready to pop. So August has some nice surprises.
Yes, that spider seems mighty content perching on our midge-poop stained car. Probably had a feast during the night.
Sweet Autumn clematis lounges on a witch hazel next to a ‘Limelight’ hydrangea
The crepe myrtle outside our den windows was in prime bloom this year – it’s a dwarf.
Seeds from green-headed coneflower (rudbeckia laciniata) are treats for goldfinches. Looking parched here, these native plants would prefer a moister spot in the garden, or at least a little more shade.
A gloomy day on the water brightened by canna tropicana.
Our happy redbud, sprouted from a seed three years ago.
Red blooms never seem to get around to opening on Turk’s Cap mallow, a relative of hibiscus and cotton, but they make a statement, and hummingbirds love them. Marginally hardy here a decade ago, today the plant is a happy, and maybe even a little pushy sub-shrub.
August is the month for these clumps of zephyranthes candida from bulbs that multiply rapidly and bloom profusely into September and maybe even October. Shown here with lavender Mexican heather (cuphea), another reliable summer bloomer, and nandina.
A second image of our neighbor’ Charley Brown crepe myrtle showing even more blooms!