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Today in the garden, an indigo bunting took a bath in the puddle that formed from the run-off of the broken soaker hose, which is supposed to be saving water and kind of isn't, and I ought to fix it because I'm not sure how much good it is doing, except that it leaves puddles that are immediately swarmed by our neighbor Wade's honeybees and by puddling butterflies, and in this case, by a male indigo bunting.

Wade swears the bees have lots of water and he constantly puts out pans for them and they just ignore it. He thinks they like our water better. I am okay with this.

When they can't get broken soaker hose, they have taken to mobbing the bog garden pot, with its rather bedraggled pitcher plants that I thought were dead but are somehow slogging back to life from a root ball slightly smaller than a quarter. I would really like to refill the bog garden because it will dry out soon and the lady's tresses are not looking happy, but it is wall to wall swarming honeybees and I do not want to drown them or make them angry at the person with the hose.

Today the pasture rose bloomed, perfect little single pink flowers with clusters of golden stamens. It's beautiful. It's far too aggressive for the spot it's in, but it's a bit late now to do anything, absent a truck and a winch. Someday it will eat the rain barrel.

And the yucca fell over. I didn't know that yucca flower stems got heavy enough to fall over and take the yucca halfway out of the ground with it, but apparently they do. I don't have any stakes, so I jammed the cultivator into the ground up to the top of the tines and tied the flower stem to it. It is the third least elegant solution in the garden, the second being the hardy Russian pomegranate that I bungee-corded to an arbor to try and correct the lean, and the worst being the fig tree which put out a really heavy trunk that wanted to fall over, so I used the big metal pole that I was supposed to mount a birdhouse on and an Ace bandage and we got an amazing crop of figs last year and that's the important thing.

Also, I bought a poem from a woman selling them at the farmer's market today.

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Macgyver would love your ingenuity.

Yucca tend to fall over like drunk fratboys out here in the Southwest all the time, not as often as Agave but pretty often at that. They tend to put out a lot of fat roots but not a lot of thin ones, and the fat ones aren't that long, so..... thud! Or crunch!, I guess.

The rose sounds lovely; got a pic? Also, why not water at night when the honeybees are tucked into their waxy little beds?

(Also: I use old pantyhose and knee-hi stockings to tie up topheavy tomato plants and squash vines. Works great!)

Edited at 2014-06-07 07:38 pm (UTC)

Yay for buntings and bees! If you want to dress up your fig tree's ace bandage, vet wrap comes in lots of colors and designs these days ...

Maybe you could, er, put out some Magical Elixir water next to the bog pot for the swam of bees? Lure them off with the promise of a glorious wet towel or something?

"On this day in 2014, a yucca fell over."

I don't know if it's just the way you wrote this, or if it's partly to blame on the fact that I've been working on The Hidden Almanac wiki, but I heard this entire entry in my head in the voice of Rev. Mord.

Pics or it didn't happen.

Seriously I want more of your garden photos!

I was also going to suggest watering the bog garden at night.

Old tights work very well for tying up heavy plants; they tend to be weatherproof, they don't usually abrade bark or stems (and any shade of tan can look camoflagey.)

Edited at 2014-06-08 02:58 am (UTC)

I'd be surprised if Ursula had any pantyhose at *all*, let alone old ones...

That was my problem when I went to tie up the mint. The interwebs said "use old pantyhose!" and I said...huh. I don't *wear* pantyhose, so I have no old ones...back to the drawing board I go.

Oh god, YES, THIS.

I haven't worn pantyhose since...um...I think I had to once for a wedding when I was a kid. It's just not a thing.

I ended up using yarn. Because I always have yarn, or, I did until I gave it all away. This year I'll probably have to punt and use strips of patterning muslin.

Thirding the suggestion to fill the bog garden with water at night. I've got some wasps that do the same thing to the water in the trays under several of my outdoor potted plants. By my front door. EEK. Fortunately I've never seen more than three at a time, but STILL.

Mmm, figs. I approve your priorities.

If "I bought a poem about milkweed from a woman at the farmer's market," isn't the first line of a Neil Gaiman story, it should be.

Maybe Charles deLint.

Woo! Pomegranates! Maybe the bees just don't like the way he has the trays set up?

Pitcher plants for the win!!!

But, aren't you afraid of them eating some of the bees? Or some of your other Valued Insects?

It is very possible. But birds also eat treasured insects, as do frogs. I'm okay with the food chain, provided it's a relatively regionally appropriate one.

Semi-related to gardening, awhile ago you expressed some concern (to put it mildly) over the impact of the honeybee decline.

There's a solution I described, but your spam filter grabbed it - possibly because I included a link.

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