Humid Sunday

[nightdog_barks]

Ended up not buying marigolds; instead got periwinkles (cora vinca) for the same price (99 cents) because Mister Nightdog_barks likes periwinkles. So, periwinkles, and we planted them today. Layla helped by snuffling at the dirt in the flower pots and then flopping down in the jasmine bed. :D

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[jadesfire]

We are committed watchers of the BBC Programme Gardener's World, which features a lovely presenter called Monty Don, and his two dogs, Nigel and Nell. Nigel in particular is often shown dozing across the flower beds, and apparently insists that he is an excellent weed suppressant. Clearly Layla has been suitably inspired! :)

[nightdog_barks]

Heh. Nigel sounds like a Very Good Boy Indeed. :D

[silverjackal]

Layla was helping, truly! What would you do without her periodically suppressing the vegetal menace? The jasmine might rise up, gain sentience, and devour everyone during the night! :D (I'll agree with Mr. Nightdog in preferring periwinkles to marigolds, but that's because I like blue. One of the places I lived previously had an enormous garden of marigolds of different types that relentlessly self-seeded themselves. It was far too much yellow/rust for my liking (I am not fond of yellow or orange generally) and there were so many that the front of the house smelled overwhelmingly of them when it was warm. I had no choice, however, being a tenant, and they did serve admirably to keep insects from the front entrance.

[nightdog_barks]

Heh, no blue periwinkles here. I got three that are sort of lavender-pink, and three that are dark red. :D

My mom used to plant periwinkles and Sweet Williams in the flower bed when I was a kid, so it's a really old flower for me. I do like marigolds, partly because they are so dang hardy.

[silverjackal]

Marigolds are nice for how some of them look like they're made of velvet, too. I'm just not over-fond of them to begin with, and that house formed the basis of a more serious aversion based on the scent. It was west facing, and so took the full brunt of the summer sun, meaning the smell was incredibly potent as long as it was really warm -- admittedly, perhaps not to others. When I think of marigolds I experience a vivid olfactory memory of their potent, musty scent, laced with the sharp, bitter undertone some carry more than others. The whole front of the house smelled of them, and I'd even catch whiffs in my bedroom (which was thankfully at the back). Had my room been closer the flowers would have had an unfortunate misadventure with Roundup, landlord/tenant contract be damned.

No blue?! I am crushed! ;D