Since we are under the weather here, both with the all night/all day/all night rain and Gus still feeling the effects of Tuesday nights illness, I thought I'd bring the garden inside.
It feels like I was just rushing around cutting peonies in the pouring rain and now they are but a memory.
Still the garden is bursting with flowers. Wednesday after work I took a tour.
The first of the hydrangeas is in bloom. This plant was moved from a garden in Pennsylvania 9 years ago.
It missed its home and refused to bloom.
Three years ago I said that sucker's gotta go. It heard me. It's been blooming ever since.
Talk to your plants, apparently they listen.
Second year clematis creeps up the ornamental plum.
The prickly pear is fighting for space with a perennial geranium.
And the sweet ever so pink campanula? The aptly named octopus campanula?
Spreading its tentacles over inch of real estate it can claim.
But with such a pretty face, it's hard to be mad.
One more picture and I think I've got my fix for the day.
Hello Black Jack, deal me in.
There. It's dark now. Time for a bath and a lovely nights sleep listening to the rain.
May you all awake to beautiful sunny days, read a poem or two by Mary Oliver and enjoy every moment of your weekend.