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In my QiGong class this week my teacher warned us that this change of season from bright days to dark ones often affects the human psyche, and that with this transition old and new griefs and disappointments surface. Of course, the approaching dark days have been associated with decay and death by artists, poets and songwriters since art, poetry and songs were invented. We lead lives of plenty but are not unaware on some level of the shadows of the past when winter might mean disaster or starvation.

Plants have a different view. They show off their beauty shamelessly in the fall.

Bright red, yellow and orange leaves cover trees throughout most of the country. My trees don’t change their foliage but I have hundreds of flowers in bloom in my southern garden, roses, dahlias, salvias, sunflowers–all enjoying the rain, shorter days and cooler weather. Plants embrace the coming winter with grace.

Unlike the bugs. All of the sudden, bugs, both insects and arachnids are everywhere, aggressive, insistent on wringing the most they can out of the ending year. Huge green beetles, little black beetles, dung beetles, flies, mosquitoes, fire ants and a new visitor to my farm: chiggers.

I have had perhaps twenty inches of rain over the past few weeks and the chiggers love it. Adult chiggers are benign. They are , broadly speaking, vegetarians and dine on insects like mosquitos. Baby chiggers, the larvae, are bad, really bad. Chigger larvae crawl from wet places onto humans, then like to make their way to warmth; for example, an armpit.

They don’t bite or suck blood, but puncture the skin with little mouth blades and inject their saliva which liquifies human skin. Then they eat it. Disgusting. These stupid ‘bites’ last for days and I have had to give up the pleasure of wearing flip-flops and shorts to the mailbox or the barn. Shoes, socks and long pants topped off with bug spray are recommended. link

I was planting carrots last week dutifully clad in big shoes and socks and long pants, imagining I had rid the vegetable garden of fire ants. Twenty or more of these horrible creatures climbed the shoes and socks, went inside my pants and positioned themselves on the back of my legs. Of course, if one ant bit me as soon as it cleared the sock, I would have moved out of the anthill and gotten rid of the threat. But all twenty or more crawled up for the attack. THEN, they sent the signal: “bite now!” I like to think they use little iphones. However, there are two good things about fire ants: first, they don’t record pictures of the gardener being bitten and post the pictures on u-tube; and second, they eat chiggers.

The next day, I put on my big rubber boots that go almost to my knee. The ants can’t climb them, but a bee had sheltered in one of the boots overnight and stung me for interrupting her sleep.

Then the wind changed in my favor.

The southeast breeze was replaced by a cold north wind. The temperature dropped from 87 to 42 degrees in an afternoon. Icy rain poured down– sending all the bees to gather around their queens and keep them warm. The ants crawled underground to get out of the rain. And the cold rid me of the mosquitos and the chiggers. Every season has its blessings.

I still have to wear shoes.

None of this is to say I will not enjoy an occasional campfire. And I may build or buy a very small fire pit, maybe a little metal one. I can save some of the prunings from my apple trees. Then on what I call my patio, when the evenings are cool and the burn ban is off, I can enjoy the marvelous smell of the applewood smoke and stare into the flames just like humans have done for a million years. Sometimes it’s good to be bad.

People who grow plants are never really satisfied, not for very long anyway. We will complain about anything. The need for rain was on everyone’s lips all through a scorching hot August. When the blessed rain came, it came in sheets. And after several days the rain gauge read six inches…and the rain continued. Over the past three weeks, over 12 inches has fallen on to my little farm. Too much?

On the positive side rain fixes nitrogen in the air and that nitrogen is swept down into the soil along with oxygen during a rainfall. Plants and all living organisms in the soil relish this charged water. I have a heavy plant cover enriched by manure and compost and, at this time of year everything is ‘in growth’. So my plants soaked up the ‘excess’ water and my world is now emerald green; even the air looked green last week.

On the negative side, soil deteriorates in heavy rain, especially neglected soil.

Pounded by heavy rain, the soil spreads out and its structure fails. Nutrients are leached away, including vitamins, potassium, calcium, magnesium, and sulfur. link  Plants and microrganisms can no longer thrive. Then, over time more rain washes dead or dying soil away leaving a barren rocky moonscape.

Even my treasured soil has been stressed by the recent heavy rain. I have been lending what comfort I can by adding organic matter–hay and manure and applying organic fertilizers rich in minerals. My allies are soil’s microorganisms. Bacteria. Fungi. Nematodes, Earthworms. They process minerals by ingesting and digesting them. They improve the soil structure, binding it together and enabling the soil to utilize water better. When soil is blessed with lots of these tiny creatures, a garden or pasture is alive. It breathes just like a human, using oxygen and releasing carbon dioxide. This makes plants happy. And their caretakers.

Degraded pastures are a common sight here, many uncared for because, among other things,  owners expect the land to be developed for new housing. And when heavy rain hits empty fields of rocky degraded soil, it runs off and the result is flooding.  Too much rain is a common story.

And an old one. Plato asked Critias to proclaim: “What now remains of the formerly rich land is like the skeleton of a sick man, with all the fat and soft earth having wasted away and only the bare framework remaining… Once the land was enriched by yearly rains, which were not lost as they are now, by flowing from the bare land into the sea. The soil was deep, it absorbed and kept the water in the loamy soil, and the water that soaked into the hills fed springs and running streams everywhere.” link

Too much is always about context.

This large spider is currently hanging just outside my screen porch. She is huge, her body perhaps an inch in width; her legs, each two inches long. She has a sac of baby spider eggs beside her that she appears to be watching over. Yikes. I have stared inconclusively at the Texas spiders listed on the wonderful website Spider ID .

My best guess is that the spider might be Larinioides cornutus, the Furrow Orb-Weaver.

The coloring is about right and the time of year is right. I dunno. The natural world is so complex, we can just barely get our minds around small parts of it. When she appeared, spiders had been on my mind. We have been warned lately to watch out for poisonous snakes and spiders. The extremely dry and hot August weather has forced them out of the dark places where they live — to search for food and water. Death is extremely rare from spider bites, so I am trying not to kill every spider I see.

We are not a food source for spiders: they attack only when threatened. And while ALL spiders have poisonous venom; they are teeny and we are big. And there is an antivenom available for every imaginable spider according to Arachnid enthusiast Michael Noell. He says one has to really try hard to be bitten by a spider and anyone who manages to get bitten and then is foolish enough not to seek medical help should receive a Darwin Award. link

Only two kinds of spiders can make us very sick and in rare instances kill us: the Widows (Southern, Northern, Western, Black and Brown) and the Brown Recluses. Other spiders, like bees, can create a sting that may be complicated occasionally by an allergy. The Black Widow is horrible with a red hourglass on her stomach. Equally creepy is the Brown Recluse. It has six eyes that sit in three pairs on the spider’s back in the pattern of a violin.

As a child, I loved E.B.White’s, Charlotte’s Web and I have a life-long prejudice in favor of spiders, especially literate ones who write in spun silk and save pigs. Anyone who hates spiders should read this book; it might take a couple of hours, but they would be saved from a form of human silliness. Spiders eat roaches, earwigs, flies, moths and mosquitoes. And aphids. Also fleas; fleas that have spread typhus and the bubonic plague. They are beneficials. Not that rational thought informs our prejudices: bubonic plague or no, in European literature, spiders have not fared well. For example, spiders eat Hobbits. Well, the giant spider Shelob tried to do so. But since Sam killed Shelob, that spider problem is quite dead.

In Ancient Chinese culture the spider was called “ximu”, that translates to happy insect. If a spider dropped down from the ceiling, it was deemed very lucky–as though the spider had dropped from heaven. Many Southwestern Native American cultures embrace a Spider Woman as a powerful helper and teacher; the Hopi creation story includes a Spider Grandmother weaving her webs. Goddesses in Sumeria and Ancient Egypt feature spider forms spinning webs. An African folk hero, Anansi, takes the shape of a spider and is the spirit of all knowledge. David, chased by King Saul hides in a cave and a spider spins a web over the opening, saving David.

But no matter how positively worldwide cultures see the spider, there is a creep factor. Even for me. I understand Ron Weasley completely when he says, “Why spiders? Why couldn’t it be ‘follow the butterflies?'” Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling.

It has rained hard for two days: sheets of water poured from the roof. The gossamer web of my big spider remains just beyond the porch screen, not only entirely intact, but still beautiful. The faithful mother clings right beside her eggs, her vigil entirely uninterrupted by the thunder, the lightening — the deluge. The natural world is beyond us. We are obviously over our heads when we wring our hands and prefer butterflies to spiders.

It’s time to think about our hummingbird friends. There are a dazzling array of hummingbirds, around 300 species.

Only a small number of these species live in North America and many will start out soon on their long migration south to Mexico, the Caribbean and Central America. Weighing far less than an ounce, some of these little birds take a land route through Texas. The ruby-throated hummingbird cuts across the Gulf of Mexico flying 500 miles non-stop for 20 hours. An Alaskan bird travels 4000 miles down the California coast.

So now is the time put out extra feeders and increase the strength of the sugar water provided from 4-to-1 to 3-to-1. The birds who live with me all summer now fatten themselves and increase their weight significantly to withstand the rigors of their fall migration. Also, as hummingbirds from the North fly through, they will need food during their trip.

The problem is that the hot dry conditions of late August have reduced the food and water supply for everybody. My feeders are plagued by ants and bees. I poured hundreds of ants into the sink when I washed out my feeder a couple of weeks ago. I watched one of my hummingbirds try to cope with dozens of bees at a feeder and simply give up since the hungry and thirsty bees were relentless. Other insects also compete for the sugar water: moths, hornets, spiders, praying mantises, and earwigs.

Fortunately, there are hummingbird feeders that position the nectar deeply enough to allow the hummingbird’s long beak to feed, but not other insects. These feeders help but do not solve the problem. I have learned recently that moving the feeders often and moving them into shade cuts down on bees. I am a little surprised that my clever bees are slower to find the relocated feeders than the hummingbirds.

I am also advised that bees and wasps like the color yellow. It is amazing how many hummingbird feeders have a touch of yellow decoration; I have one in the vegetable garden that I will replace or perhaps just take down in August when insects are out in force.

I have been trapping ants using a very sticky application called Tanglefoot. I wrap the bottom of the iron stake where my feeder hangs with cling wrap and paint on the Tanglefoot that forms a barrier to ant invasions. Of course the wretched ants number in the millions so the Tanglefoot has to be reapplied once a week. There are also ant traps that hang above the feeder. Filled with plain water, these act as a moat that forces ants to face drowning to get to the sugar water.

I happily have not had any attacks by yellow jackets, hornets or wasps. Apparently one might just leave them to a feeder they have invaded, and put up another feeder for the birds. Or– and I cannot imagine doing this– one can put a bit of hamburger soaked in apple juice on a plate to attract these carnivorous insects.

I suppose all this illustrates how much trouble hummingbird lovers will go to in order to help out these tiny birds. They are one of my summer’s greatest pleasures. And I enjoy helping them fatten up for their long trip south. I would be miserable if asked to ride in a comfortable car for 20 hours non-stop. So I will do what I can for these brave travelers.

Last week I described the help that wildflowers can provide to farmers and gardeners. There are also long-time domesticated flowers that I would like to believe share a connection with humans–flowers that lend their chemical brilliance to us. I would love to think, the Dahlia, for example, would use it’s nematode destroying abilities to assist me in my endless struggle to grow nematode-free potatoes. But I imagine the Dahlia is serving its own interests as are all other flowers; if they had any thought for my human well being, they would certainly do something about the wretched fire ants for me.

The Dahlia is not native to the United States. Plants native to the United States tend to flower very modestly. The Dahlia flowers luxuriously. Gardeners who devote themselves to using exclusively native plants might consider it a little vulgar. But it grows from a tuber and that tuber is an anathema to nematodes. So I grow it.

The Dahlia, like the flowers called Four O’Clocks, are native to Peru. Both plants were brought to Europe in the 17th century and used as ornamentals there for a hundred years before arriving here. Four O’Clocks attract and then poison Japanese beetles. So even though it can spread all over a garden and even though they are poisonous, I love them. I love any plant that can kill a Japanese beetle.

The ubiquitous Petunia was also ‘discovered’ by European explorers in South America, which seems to be the birthplace, not only of beautiful plants, but plants that repel insects.  The Petunia is described as nature’s pesticide. link  It repels aphids, tomato hornworms, asparagus beetles, leafhoppers and squash bugs. Petunias won’t grow in my soil, but I plan to put them in pots in the vegetable garden next year.

Another plant I will put in the vegetable garden next year is the chrysanthemum, which repels roaches, ants, Japanese beetles, ticks, silverfish, lice, fleas, bedbugs, spider mites, harlequin bugs and root-knot nematodes. Originating in Asia, chrysanthemums were written about lovingly by the Japanese as early as the 7th Century. The only thing I hold against the plant is that it is boring–it’s everywhere for months in the fall. And pyrethrum, commonly used in many insecticidal sprays, is derived from chrysanthemums. Pyrethrum is bad for all mammals and toxic to bees. I never use it. But I will plant chrysanthemums in the vegetable garden this fall, I just won’t eat them.

Another family of plants from Asia, considered to be a broad-spectrum natural insecticide, is the Allium. link I tried a planting of the giant allium last year without success. Like their cousin garlic, they repel slugs, aphids, carrot flies and cabbage worms. I’ll try them again this year.

My vegetable garden may begin to resemble the famous English ‘border’ garden made popular by the legendary English gardener, Gertrude Jekyll. She was an artist and her borders were her palette, shifting seamlessly from one season to another. She smashed the idea that plants should appear in neat rows or in geometric beds. Gardeners have been trying to emulate her plantings for over a hundred years. It’s hard to do. In the end a proper Jekyll garden looks natural, unstudied; it looks wild.

As I said last week, writing about wildflowers, I am tired of spraying my vegetables. And I will see if my flower friends can help. It’s an act of trust since I’ll be giving up a lot of vegetable ground to flowers. To fight my enemies. Miss Jekyll was no stranger to pests in her gardens. Her marvelous books describe her battles, but in Miss Jekyll’s hands, “how to” sound like poetry. A painting by William Nicholson of her boots appears above. She would have had no trouble at all with fire ants biting her feet.

It is fortunate that recent research is showing that wildflowers can help us in our struggles against pests in our farms and gardens. Richard Pywell of England’s Centre for Ecology and Hydrology (CEH) is conducting a field study using strips of wildflowers in farm fields to cut down on or eliminate the use of pesticides. link  Pywell is using oxeye daisy, red clover, common knapweed and wild carrot in England and a similar study in Switzerland uses cornflowers, coriander, buckwheat, poppy and dill. Researchers in France found that the use of wildflowers helped the majority of farms cut pesticide use by 42 percent without harming productivity.

Wildflowers are the tough guys of the floral plant world, They have spent around 130 million years developing their well known abilities to attract beneficial insects such as lacewings, ladybugs, hover flies and parasitic wasps. They don’t need to be sprayed or ‘cultivated’ and ward off chewing insects, nematodes and fungus. They don’t need to be fenced since they are not palatable to deer and other grazing animals; some are extremely poisonous. It would be a happy thing if we could use them right in the middle of our farms, gardens and flower beds.

Now is the time to decide which wildflowers might help me so I have been studying the offerings of wildflower seed merchants. I think I will sprinkle strips of wildflower seed between my fall plantings of broccoli, cauliflower, brussel sprouts and cabbage. Then perhaps these flowers will be ready to help out with the spring and summer gardens in 2019. The question is which flowers.

Wild lupine self-seeded in my garden a few years ago and it is beautiful. Three feet tall and graceful, blooming in pink, purple and white, it took over the entire garden in about two years. Bees, butterflies and dragonflies hovered over the garden that looked like paradise for months. There was, however, no room for vegetables; and since it was poisonous and not a substitute for my edible plants, I spent two years pulling it up in great handfuls. I am currently embattled with Mexican Hat in my pastures. It is virulent. Deer only eat it when they are starving. It crowds out everything edible for my stock. It is beautiful, like Lupine, and wildflower merchants extol them both–and charge for their purchase. The point is to be careful in picking out what wildflowers to buy; it’s comparable, broadly, to the TV shows where a woman gets picked up in a bar by a cute guy who turns out to be a serial killer.

The wildflower merchants also tout lists of flowers for the Northeast, Southeast, Northwest, Southwest and Central U.S. With a few exceptions, the list is the same throughout the country–which speaks to the extreme hardihood of the wildflower. Wild sunflowers, Maxmillian sunflowers, bee balm, coreopsis, columbine, coneflowers, milkweed, goldenrod, heath asters, asters, Indian paintbrush, Indian blanket, coneflowers, cardinal flowers, black-eyed Susans, milkweed, Mexican hat, giant ironweed, vervain, geum, evening primrose, liatris and leadplant grow where they please and most of the country pleases them.

I consider many of these to be flower-garden plants: coreopsis, bee balm, columbine, coneflowers, wild sunflowers, black-eyed Susan, geum and the heath aster are all beautiful in a flower garden. All are sold in plant nurseries as flowering plants. I love all of them and will include them in my protective strips.

Bee balm is considered the best plant to put in with tomatoes. It only lasts one season in my garden but, in my imagination, should look good in the tomato patch. Coneflowers have not thrived for me; maybe they will like the rich soil in the vegetable garden. Wild sunflowers planted themselves in my vegetable garden this year and I left them; partly for the shade they provided and aphids love them. The sunflowers, however, show no damage when aphids swarm on them. They do have huge stalks that are very hard to remove.The heath aster has seeded itself with me and choked out even Maxmillian sunflowers. It is covered in bees every fall. Covered with bees. I love it.

I think we are experimenters. Insect-killing chemicals kill indiscriminately. Even the organic products I use are expensive and have to be applied at least every other day in the height of the season. We need alternatives. Wildflowers. It might work.

When the Spanish Conquistadors found the Aztecs cultivating tomatoes in the city of Tenochitlan (now Mexico City), they did not see the round red ones we buy today in our supermarkets. Tomatoes had grown wild and been enjoyed in the Americas for a thousand years: yellow, orange, pink, purple, green, black, white, mottled, striped and of every shape and size you might imagine.

Many of these colorful and unusual tomatoes were entered in a tasting contest at my local Farmer’s Market last month and were truly delicious. But I have not had great results from my attempts to grow ‘heirloom’ tomatoes. My 2017 tomato crop was really dismal so I opted for hybrids this year: tried and true red slicers, Romas and cherry tomatoes. 

Taking the excellent advice of a fine tomato grower and friend, I planted three plants in mid March. The theory is that, IF there is not a late frost, my tomato crop would be well on its way before the hot weather hit and slowed production. There was a hard frost a week later. I put in three more plants but a hard frost the first week of April killed those as well. Gambling. Gambling with weather. A sucker’s game. Nothing looks worse than a tomato plant killed by frost, blackened leaves, hanging like a rag bag. Sad. Nevertheless, I put in my remaining six plants the second week of April and have had a good year.

Tomatoes have always been associated with crazy. Embraced early in Southern Europe tomatoes were called a ‘love apple’ in France where they were imagined to be an aphrodisiac. The Italians were an exception to this ‘crazy’ and, in the 16th century, they quickly added tomatoes to the oil, garlic and herb toppings they used on their flatbread–creating an early form of what we call pizza.

Northern Europeans believed the tomato to be poisonous for years. This is not really entirely crazy since all parts of the tomato plant, with the exception of the ripe fruit, is poisonous. The tomato evolved from the prehistoric plant Nightshade millions of years ago in South America. The nightshades are quite a family; including the potato, eggplant, tobacco and chili peppers. One has to admire the early humans who were hungry enough to sort out which parts of which plants were ‘safe.’ Attempts to make tea from tomato leaves led to some reports of death and the toxins tomatine and atropine appear in small quantities in unripe tomato fruit. I may rethink my affection for fried green tomatoes.

Weirdness seems to follow the tomato. It was classified as a fruit until late in the 19th century to avoid taxation, which makes one think the tomato lobby must have had considerable power. In a bizarre little twist, the Supreme Court stepped in and declared the tomato a vegetable. And what could be weirder than the transformation of a soft, flavorful food into one that that is currently picked when it’s almost green, then boxed and transported thousands of miles, then placed into an ethylene air bath to turn it red for sale in our supermarkets.

Our love affair with tomatoes has not been slowed by the its questionable quality in our marketplaces. It is the state vegetable of New Jersey and Arkansas, the state fruit of Ohio. I don’t think I ever ate a salad as a child that did not contain tomatoes. I have started tomato seedlings for a fall planting this year. This is an act of love since the chances of producing a tomato before frost are marginal. But my tomato gardening friends insist the pleasure of a home grown tomato in November is worth the risk of a few seeds. And I think I will gamble next spring and grow a green striped tomato. Risk. Reward.