This week, I was able to shoot some pictures of the cherry bells I have growing in my yard, they looked so pretty I had to get a close up. Cherry Bells (or the spotted bell flower) are one of my favorite spring flowers. A clumping perennial, they have a pretty bell like flower that hangs down.
I love these, but they can be aggressive and need pulling in the summer to control their spreading. They can be very invasive in the wrong yard, so it’s important to plant them some where you can control there growth as they spread by both under ground rhizomes and can self-seed. If you don’t mind them doing that, and aren’t near a protected area, they are very enjoyable.
We are in one 5a and they flourish in our shade garden. The fact that they die back to the ground here every year helps control their growth and spreading.
Since Campanula Punctata grows so rapidly and also be grown in a container for helping the spread and control.
At times, I get lucky and I will get a second bloom in the summer after a rain. Even though they are fading a bit, I still think they are pretty!
On another note:
I thought I was going to die in Kane county this weekend.
Let me rephrase that.
The storms were so bad while selling at the flea market that, not only did I feel sick for the outside vendors, but inside in the metal-roofed building, I had that tight stomach, sweaty palm thing going on, and I was worried I was going to die.
The weekend was actually great… except for being so hot I felt like limp dishrag by the end of the day, but it was busy and sales were good. About mid-way Sunday, dark clouds rolled in and suddenly the wind picked up ferociously outside the main door. All of the grit and dry gravel from the parking lot turning into an angry sandstorm. Suddenly, the heavy rains, high winds and hail came on; it was so loud with the metal roof we had to plug our ears. This actually went on for about 45 minutes, with the rain blowing sideways. My heart actually raced a bit and the wind was so loud and strong, I kept thinking it had that “freight train” sound. You could feel the tension in the barn as everyone just watched the storm and hope for the best. Normally when it rains, people rush inside for cover and then shopping goes on as normal. No one shopped, people barely talked, everyone just watched the outside. You could see the panic and worry on people’s faces.Storms don’t normally bother me, but it looked the the scene from the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy is lying in her bed while she is in the heart of the cyclone and stuff is passing by her window.You could see things like books and wood fly by the large bay door 15 feet in the air.
I knew if I saw this we were really in trouble.
The parking lot flooded almost 5 inches deep. The winds were so strong, they mangled tents and pushed over port-a-potties.
My heart ached for the outside vendors. While I lost a few things due to the leaky roof and winds that had blown into the windows initially, it was nothing compared to what some of the outside spaces lost.
It made me feel very blessed we all ended up safe and sound. Amazingly enough I talked to my hubby and we barely got any rain at all at home.It’s amazing how the weather can be so different a few miles away.
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