Yesterday’s Garden

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I also took a few pictures of yesterday’s garden, but I delayed the posting of them until today. I gathered more than my fair share of mosquito bites over the weekend. I’m not sure why I don’t remember from year to year that mosquitos and hardy hibiscus peak at the same time. You’d think I’d remember to dig out the insect repellent once the buds on my hibiscus bush are heavy with flower buds.

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Garden, July 22

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Heavy morning rain yielded to high humidity and gusting wind in the early afternoon. I didn’t see reliable sunshine until well into the evening. At this point, the star of this show is definitely my pink hibiscus. It will open its hundreds of blooms over the next month, and I will photograph many of them, hoping to see them anew each time.

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Bees Love Echinacea

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This week I returned to the public garden where I encountered the green sweat bee last weekend. This time a bumble bee was feasting on the same flower.

Garden, July 8

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Our July garden is thriving. I didn’t know it was possible to yield thirty or more echinacea blooms from a single plant, but it is happening this year. My pink rose mallow hibiscus has hundreds of buds on it that will burst into color by month’s end.

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Green and White

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Today was another day rich with photo opportunities. My husband helped me identify the visitor on this echinacea bloom. It is a green sweat bee, and today was the first time I saw one.

Garden, June 17

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The good light was brief today. By late morning, a storm front began weaving thunderhead clouds and gusts of wind.

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Petunias in concrete flower pot
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Daylilies
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Echinacea
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Daylilies
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Candyland by Proven Winners, calibrachoa
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Echinacea
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Candyland by Proven Winners, calibrachoa

Garden, June 15, and Can I Hear You Now?

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The light has been unreliable at best this week. The phrase “at best” reminds me that my husband could have some aptitude for public relations. Whenever I comment to him that another woman is good looking, he tells me that whatever woman I’ve mentioned, no matter how famous or obscure she may be, is “average at best.”

I think we’ve unwittingly borrowed weather from a random place about 500 miles south of here, as we’ve been trapped between oppressive heat and cloudbursts. The daylilies have bloomed, and my sunflower seedlings will be ready for thinning soon. I don’t like this step of growing sunflowers, but these plants grow so large it is necessary. Every time I worry that I haven’t chosen the best seedling.

In other news, I had my hearing test this week. The results were better than expected, so much so that I’m languishing in some self-doubt over it. I presumed that I was halfway to profound deafness in one ear, but my hearing loss hasn’t progressed at all in 24 years.

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The most crucial thing I learned from this chart is this: while it well-established that assuming things about others can lead to comic, even tragic results, you can do the same thing to yourself. I just can’t adequately capture how tightly I sewed “half-deaf” into the fabric of my days. While I do have some hearing loss, I really don’t have enough to use it as an excuse for avoiding unpleasant things.

It was easier to excuse myself from chit chat at gatherings on the grounds that I’d be hopeless at deciphering the words of multiple people in conversation, or better yet, avoid that gathering at all. Now I’ll have to find a graceful way to own the real reason I avoid groups.

I strongly prefer talking to people one on one, and I would rather pluck out all of my eyebrows in slow motion than spend an evening with several people who are unfamiliar to me. I struggle to find my bearings and make conversation flow unless I’m encountering one new person at a time. Maybe this is part of being an introvert, but I thought it was a side effect of my hearing loss.

While there was martyrdom in presuming my “inevitable” progression toward deafness, I do have enough of a loss to get a hearing aid for my right ear. By the way, my martyr complex comes naturally. In my darker moments, I’ve told a few people to not bother playing the martyr card with me because I was raised by masters of the art.

I will get fitted for my hearing aid next week. In the meantime, I’m using a demo model from the audiology clinic that is programmed with my audiogram so it amplifies the proper frequencies for me.

I walked into the backyard this evening and heard the birds flitting about the ditch sing in full stereo for the first time. The light was heavy with the approach of twilight, so these pictures don’t have the usual saturation of sunlight I prefer.