Drwnded

I think I killed my hummingbird mints that I grew lovingly from seed a couple years ago, but I'm happy because I'm pretty sure I know how I did the heinous deed. A quick look on the internet reminds me that these plants like it dry; they're high desert plants that I fell in love with in Colorado. One internet oracle specifically councils against bark mulches, gravel only. Guess who wood-mulched their perennial bed last fall? Which reminds me I need to go pull the mulch away from the root crowns of my fruit trees. Oops. If I can get hummingbird mints through the deluges of winter and spring they ought to love the water-free six-month summer. I'm pretty sure I shouldn't order all twelve varieties I just discovered at High Country Gardens. I want them all. Except maybe the yellow one. My strawberries are planted and are blooming already. My windowsills are full of seedlings just waiting to go out and be munched by slugs where they will be vigilantly tended until the slugs go into hiding with the dry weather.