It’s been so dry of late, so watering in the evenings has been an ongoing, daily ritual. The early Summer garden is taking shape with the pinks/purples/lavenders/peach hues on fantastic display.
It may not make the cover of magazines, but my little garden brings me ever so much joy and contentment. I’ve learned over the years that the garden will conform to its own rules and order, and that, indeed,
life finds a way
There’s nothing I anticipate more each year then the start of peony season. If only the blooms lasted all summer, but alas, nature provides small miracles in increments, just enough to fill the soul, and nose, with pleasure and contentment.
Looking at flowers convinces me that there is a hidden force all around, tempting us with the simple pleasures, reminding us to stop, smell, look and admire the wonder
Garden Magic across-the-board.
I love this time of year in the garden, so much promise and dreaming. It’s coming together, slowly. This is my oasis away from the world. Not a botanical garden, but my garden does reflect what I like and who I am.
I think it’s safe to say that no crocus will be breaking through the snow on the garden in the near future. Soon this will be a lush, green panoramic view!