Behold, the coneflower.
Is there any better flower for a hot summer day? And by hot, we mean temperatures over 100 degrees Fahrenheit day after day with nary a drop of rain.
The weather forecasters call it “extreme heat”. It’s miserable for everyone and I refuse to give in to it, though I have renamed summer “simmer” because you can almost keep a pot of boiling water simmering if you take it outside.
Plus when I say “how’s your simmer going” people will think either I don’t know how to pronounce summer or I have some odd accent. If they think I have some odd accent then they will listen to me talk and wonder where I am from. If they think I mispronounced summer, they’ll be listening only to figure out when they can interrupt me to correct me. In both situations, they won’t remember a thing I say, so I can say pretty much say anything.
Goodness. I think the heat is getting to me. I’m starting to sound like I have the logic of a garden fairy and I’ve gone completely off track. Where were we?
Oh, yes, behold the coneflower, Echinacea purpurea.
In its native form, the coneflower does quite well in the simmer-time. I can’t say the same about the fancy varieties that have been flooding the garden centers in recent years. I don’t grow many of them, though I do hear some good things about the variety ‘Hot Papaya’. I have also heard if you don’t let them flower the first year you plant them, the fancy variety coneflowers will do better in later years, as in actually survive and return after the winter.
Winter? Did I just write winter? I’m not exactly looking forward to winter but I do hope for a slow, wet, cool, rainy fall. Something English like would be nice. Hey, a gardener can dream, can’t she?