Well here it is dears, a nice late-spring post, coming to you by way of the fecund earth, just like your daffodils did –vibrant and fresh. (FYI those things in your garden with dried up blooms now? Those are daffodils.)
[I hope that “by way of the earth” part is okay–I know you are a fan of The Walking Dead and I don’t want to confuse you so, to clarify: I am not a zombie yet.]
Here are some really pretty images of plants I’ve probably posted about in previous springs but do you expect me to plow up my garden every year and replant just to make it more interesting for you or what? So be generous and pretend you don’t remember seeing these plants from before, or if you are a new reader recently tricked into reading drawn to this brilliant blog well then that’s peachy just have a good time –it’s what we do here.
These plants are called grass.
Usually this field is full of sheep, and the sheep necessitate opening and closing of some most annoying gates in order to get to the mailbox or indeed to the highway and the rest of the world. This year the farmer has cut hay from the field instead so the beauty of this shot is the missing sheep. (Sheep are great. Gates suck.)
Oh I expect it’s flowers you want. But I am still so happy about the hay…
Here is what grew from my little cutting of a Clematis Montana, now vining all over the trellis that used to hold up the utterly hopeless raspberry plants. Surprising horticultural note: the Montana produces exactly as many edible raspberries as the raspberry canes did and it’s much prettier.
Next is one of the beds by the front porch. Note the tail: the garden terrier at work.
I’ve been having “discussions” with that big over-bearing Spirea, the one blooming white in the lower center front of the above bed, and these discussions have involved my hand pruners, but still this shrub is on the list to move in the fall, the growing list. Hard to wait…
Speaking of moving plants, here is a clematis that I moved just a bit late, or early. Last week really. It may be suffering some minor shock but I do expect a full recovery. (I also expect to find a magic ring of invisibility, maybe in one of the birdbaths.)
Lest you worry about the overall detrimental shadow such an under-the-weather plant might cast in my cheerful garden, I next illustrate how a couple of years ago I strategically situated the Exploding Flower Plants (aka Allium schubertii) to draw the eye away from the
dead temporarily indisposed clematis. (See how I plan?) In addition Ms. Nature has seen fit to plant a little row of breadbox (opium) poppies there as well, so after they bloom remember to visit me in prison please thank you.
The taller white plant in the earlier dog-tail photo is a double mock orange which is covering the parlor window but gets to stay because I said so. Here is a photo I took for it to put on its Christmas card.
In other happiness, the variegated dogwood likes its new location.
Honestly it had to be moved– it was frying in late summer and just needed out of any afternoon sun. We’ll see how it goes in August but so far so good or at least it looks quite a lot better than that repositioned clematis but maybe that’s because I moved it in the dead of winter which is a not-fun time to garden and I don’t recommend it.
In other news there was another murder in the kiwi neighborhood and the kitchen remodel/restoration is moving forward but right now I have to go work on my coyote movie because I know you are excited about it.
PS: a rose for you