. . . and dried up all the rain. And, I ended up with over 60 cultivators, again!
Rain is a rare thing here in Western Colorado. The US average is 38 inches of rain a year, we get 11 on a good year here in Montrose. The South, where many of my bloomers came from, gets an average of 45 inches or more. Rain is a good thing – it brings the temps down, too.
Today, we will get back to the high 80s and it is sunny. We are sunny here 245 days/year. That is 40 more days than the national average. My daylilies probably wonder what planet they landed on.
Anyway – I had 3 premiers and 5 finales. The output is higher than the intake, which means we are on the downside of peak but it hasn’t really shown in our bloom count yet. It is like hospitalizations vs positive tests with COVID. It takes a while for the change to show up in both areas.
Premiers . . .
Finales . . .
Weirdly, Bella Boo, Purple Mystic, and Just Plum happy put out blooms today after I said finale. It isn’t a rebloom, it is me missing a bud.
Next week is my camping road trip. I will only be out of the garden for 4 days. Honestly, I am ready to take some scenic photos and get a little breather from the garden. Yeez, though – my hedge needs to be trimmed before I go. I can tell we got rain.
I spent some time today trying to re-orient myself to the new lot of daylilies that are in bloom since I got home from my road trip. I got the spent scapes cut off and tried to make a list of finales. I would like to make a list of all the ones with scapes not yet bloomed and all the ones that aren’t trying.
Anyway, I went back through the 7.8 and 7.16 photos and found more premiers. Plus, there were 5 premiers today (at least first bloom since I got home). The total is 114 that have bloomed. That’s a 67% bloom rate. To hit 80%, we will need 37 cultivators to bloom. Twenty-three more. That’s tight but we can hope. I’ll count unbloomed scapes tomorrow.
Here are the premiers from today:
And, to backtrack, here are the premiers from 7.16.20 that I finally had time to look at today. I always come home to rain – so these guys look like they just showered.
So, that is it . . . back to a normal pace except work starts Monday. However, I am suppose to have July off so I plan to work from home unless they demand otherwise. Plus, I am waiting out the two-week COVID risk.
I worked on transplanting succulent cuttings and transplanting a few succulents into larger pots. I don’t have tons of love left for my orchids . . . so I use those pots but fill the holes with moss. It takes a while but it is relaxing.
Just for the record, here is a list of all of the finales so far for 2020: Apache Uprising (I missed this one but it did bloom), Ruby Spider (today), Lime Frost, Return a Smile (unless she reblooms), Early Bird Cardinal, Prairie Wildfire, Catherine Irene, Thin Man, Comanche Princess, The Colorado Kid, Blue Beat, Mildred Mitchell, Mauna Loa, Mesa Verde, Heron’s Cove, Canyon Colors (today), Jungle Queen, Wineberry Candy, Just Plum Happy, Raspberry Propeller, Santa’s Pants, Red Mystery, Bella Boo, Nosferatwo, Coral Taco, Pink Enchalada, Pink Rain Dance, Zuni Eye (I missed this one but it did bloom), Papa Long Legs, Land of Enchantment, All American Chief, Purple Many Faces, Indian Love Call, Laughing Feather, Coyote Laughs, Kokopelli, Hopi Jewel, Mount Echo Sunrise, Holy Sombrero, Ojo De Dios, Rocky Mountain Pals, Kachina Firecracker, Kiva Dancer, Echo Canyon, Indian Giver, Funny Valentine, Wild Horses, Inwood, Primal Scream, Lacy Doily, Nurse’s Stethoscope, Canyon Colors (today), Kachina Dancer (today), Apache Bandana (today). Not bad for 6 weeks!
The wind was picking up the day we left Española and headed home through Northwestern New Mexico. And, I wanted to visit one of the Pueblos. We often track through Arizona, so this day would be our chance to take-in an experience in a modern day Pueblo village.
Courtyard, Espanola, New Mexico
I was kind of bummed that they didn’t allow pictures, because from what I remember it was a mix of the old and new Pueblo Indian culture. I remember walking several blocks with Maizzy to see the church. The residents didn’t pay much attention to me and my old dog wondering around.
Espanola, New Mexico
There were residential homes with jewelry sale signs in front. I didn’t want to leave without some treasure from our adventure – and no pictures. At first, this felt uncomfortable. I remember wandering around for awhile before being brave enough to knock on a door. I remember the nice gentleman showing me the jewelry in cases. It was more expensive than I wanted – but I believe in supporting the culture. And, they took Mastercard. My Santa Clara necklace is still my absolute favorite Native American necklace. It has been with me on a few job interviews!
Santa Clara Pueblo Necklace
We were headed down the road, again, all too soon. One thing I have learned in my research on the Santa Clara Pueblo is that they have a corn dances in honor of patron saint, Saint Clare. They also have Comanche Dances in June. I think immediately of two of my favorite Ned Robert’s spiders, Purple Corn Dancer and Comanche Princess.
Purple Corn Dancer – 2019
Ned lived in Albuquerque – I wonder if he visited this place?
Comanche Princess – 2019
At any rate, I took another division off of Purple Corn Dancer last weekend – so I now have it in 3 places. Comanche Princess is in two places – I got them in the same shipment a few years ago.
Purple Corn Dancer with all petals curled under – 2019
Purple Corn Dancer blooms last most years – with the harvest. Named for the corn dances. We have Olathe Sweet Corn’s home town just 10 miles away – not Native corn, but I can understand having festivals to celebrate because we have one. We use to have powwows here, too – I miss them so much.
Purple Corn Dancer looks like a Corn Dancer in this picture
So, camping at State Parks is open but we should still stay close to home, take our own food, try to limit gas stops out of our neighborhood. I’m old enough, I should hold off travel another couple of weeks, anyway. After the students graduate . . . early June for a few days. My photos give me wanderlust – I learn so much from travel. I learn so much from daylilies, too. How else would I know about Purple Corn Dancers? Within every daylily bloom lies an adventure.