Getting ready to get 'er done.

I put in some hours at the desk this weekend so that I'd have a clean one for this week out in San Diego.  It's harder to admire the costumes and have fan-girl moments when you know there's work waiting for you when you get home.  I would even dare say that I might call it a vacation of sorts.  And we're leaving at a good time too.  It's supposed to be nasty all week in MI, and in San Diego, it's always 74 and sunny.  -grin-

So I'll be watering my new plants heavy over the next couple of days to get them through the span I'm gone.  My folks will be watching the garden and puppies, so I know everything is in good hands.  I'm going to lose one Rhodie, though.  I swear, the things are inbred so far that they die for no apparent reason.

Here's a shot of something I'm kind of proud of.  It's a common day lily, rescued almost fifteen years ago from a gully next to my house.  I took three or four slips and babied them until I had a nice showing.  Then we moved, and I took a clump or two with me–babied them along as well until I had a massive showing.  Then we moved again.  This time, I took the thinnings of my established bed, not expecting anything to flower this year, but bang!  I did get a few.

What I like about this plant, other than I've had it in three incarnations over fifteen years, is that it's a double maybe a triple, meaning that it's got two or three times the normal chromosome count.  (Mud, some help here.  I've not had a Biology class in almost two decades.)  Plants, unlike people, can do that.  -grin-  That's why it's got three sets of petals.  From a ditch.  In the middle of a field.  Go figure.