It’s nearly the end of September, and I haven’t posted anything about the garden in a long time. I finally went through my photos and I thought I’d do a few retrospective posts, by month.
Lots of garden writers wax rapsodic over the value of keeping a garden journal. In the past, I’ve tried to keep a record of what worked and what didn’t, both aesthetically and practically. In those pre-digital days, these attempts always fizzled out. It just felt like too much work.
However, I do enjoy taking pictures, thanks to a cute, easy-to-use camera my sons gave me a few years ago. For recording a garden’s evolution, a picture truly is worth a thousand words. One or two sentences for context, plus a picture with its date, and I have a handy record of what went on in my little garden.
May is my birthday month, so maybe it’s predictable that it is one of my favorites in the garden. The newly awkened perennials are fesh, healthy, and above all, neat. As a bonus, emerging plants often sport colors that they lose when mature.
Columbines are one of my garden’s success stories. They plant themselves, and I allow them to wander freely about the estate, in some years appearing in the side garden, on others by the mailbox, beside the driveay, or in the bed by the chimney. They’re welcome wherever they appear. I think the first one I planted was purple, but now pink ones are more common.
The bed beside the driveway is an exemplar of the neatness factor. The dicentra has survived for another year, despite being in the fallout zone of broken branches from the trees on the other side of the stone wall.
The herb garden out front is my low maintenance buddy. A visit here always cheers me with sublime scents and, later in the summer, a menagerie of pollinators.
The peony buds have their regular complement of black ants, although the rain has kept them away in this picture.
What’s more cheering after months of snow than the bright pure colors of tulips and forsythia?
Dan encourages the volunteer daisys to grow in the lawn. He mows around the little stands that come up every year.
Looking down from the bedroom window, I see that the bridal veil is blooming, the primroses are coming along, and the other perennials are bursting with promise. We’re trying out white alyssium in front.
Veggie garden from the bedroom window. In the lower right of this picture you can see part of the rhododendron that dominates the color scheme on the grounds of the Anello/Falbo demesne at this time of year. We have two big ones and they are covered in huge scarlet blooms, a nice change from the pink that’s prevalent this time of year.
Finally, a couple of shots from Mother’s Day, which was sunny and warm and glorious. Andy was shooting at me with a Nerf gun. Then he let me shoot it and patiently fetched the ammo for me to shoot some more.
There was something special about this rock, I forget what.