It is day three of a four-day heatwave.
I have found myself scurrying out to the garden first thing in the morning, and while the sun-heat is wicked, it holds no comparison to the humidity, which is the real challenge in
summer spring. (Wisconsin is a humid continental climate, seeing both hot and cold extremes annually.) The last few days, it is so warm that, as happens many years, some of the roads literally explode and buckle from the heat, unable to fully expand within the surface of the pavement.
The steamy environment has pushed a few things along this week. For instance, I didn’t expect my peonies to burst until Friday-ish. Same with the mock-orange dogwood. Special thanks to Margaret Roach, who featured Philadelphus coronarius on her blog yesterday and, without whom, I probably wouldn’t have had confirmation that the bush is, indeed, a treasure. Someone in this household hated it and might have almost hacked it to death a few years back. I’m so glad that it survived and, even more than that, flourished beyond its previous grandeur. (see: second-to-last photo)
Over the last few years, my hollyhock bed has gotten a little sick. It is now gone and will become a patio soon. Fortunately, one little hollyhock seed ended up in an herb bed and is growing marvelously. I am babying the heck out of it, keeping it healthy and hoping to have enough seed to start a new bed of them next spring from this single plant.
I will wander to the garden again at the end of the day to survey growth whilst covered in a friendly bug spray that doesn’t really seem to help much. On Thursday and Friday, it’s supposed to be back in the 60s.