|Plopper’s Field before the Drought of ’12|
The garden fairies have been waiting and watching all weekend to see what I was going to write for the 2000th post on my blog. They are not very patient, as a rule, and can take over my laptop as quick as a hornworm can devour a tomato vine, if I let them.
Though it is tempting to find out what the garden fairies would have written for the 200th post, I’m going to write this post.
(Garden fairies here. Yes, let’s have Carol thinks she’s writing this post. We are garden fairies we know otherwise.)
This has been a most unusual season for gardening. June and July were lost to Extreme Drought. The only significant time I spent in the garden related to watering because it was too hot to do much else. If I had not posted on my blog about various events related to gardening over the past few months, I might be convinced that we were just a few weeks past Memorial Day and not a few weeks away from Labor Day, the holidays that bookend our summer growing season here in the Midwest.
Fortunately, nearly four inches of rain over the last week have revived the garden, and the gardener, at least temporarily. I feel like it is a new beginning, a new season, in the garden. I’m excited again about the possibilities for fall planting, anxious to fill in what I consider to be far too much open space in my garden.
(Garden fairies here… Carol needs to get on with this post. We are garden fairies, we want this to be about the 2,000th post not about that drought. We are sick of hearing about that drought. We lived through it, we know about it. It was hot, it was dry, then it rained. Hopefully that is the end of that drought. We are garden fairies.)
Over the course of the last eight years, beginning in 2004, I’ve told 2,000 stories about my garden on this blog. Yes, I actually started blogging eight years, if you go all the way back to 2004 and 2005, when I posted a grand total of eight times in those two years.
Thank you to all those who have visited my blog to read my stories, to find out what’s going on here at May Dreams Gardens, whether it is tragedy or comedy, factual or fanciful. You’ve all made this a very enriching experience for me, one that has opened up my garden gate to new opportunities and new friendships beyond what I could have imagined when I started on this adventure.
(Garden fairies here. Is that all she’s got? 2,000 posts and this is it? We are garden fairies,we could have done so much better. We really do carry this blog, and that is factual not fanciful.)
Posting on my blog has greatly enriched my life and my garden. Thank you all for your support and encouragement.
May Dreams Gardens
Chief Scribe for the Garden Fairies Here at May Dreams Garden and Secretly a Pillywiggin
P.S. This is Carol. I see what the garden fairies have written, I’m going to leave it, because I really am in control, no matter what they write. But I am curious now about pillywiggins. I did wonder about Thorn. She always did seem to be hiding something from me.
P.S.S. This is Thorn. I get the last word. A pillywiggin is an English garden fairy. I’m working on enticing Carol to go to England to see gardens, because I want to go, too. Don’t tell her.