The Eve of Easter 4
And I have been away from this blog since Easter Day. Is it the cold, unfriendly spring that has deterred me from enthusiasm?
Goodness knows I have been constant in the battle with the weeds and coutch grass, but when I went out into the garden yesterday to fill small pots with contributions to a plant sale I was horrified - absolutely horrified!!!! Everywhere I stepped the grasses and yarrow, the dandelions and Chinese Lantern were conducting a massive invasion, - and the violets were beautiful but calling for a bed all their own far off on the other side of the pasture as they encircled the roses and daisies and grew up between iris corms and just generally made the garden their own.....
If you take a quick snap of the flowers and the luxurious growth all those weedy things manage to duck down and make as if they are not there, but real hands on gardening reveals all. I'm sure they couldn't have all grown in the last few warm days, but I did think I had things pretty well under control, - sigh....
Ah well, here are a few pictures of the burgeoning greeness and I will cast a blind eye at all the happy little weeds and plants that are entirely out of place.
The gorgeous golden perennial alysum that spreads along the driveway near the steps.
A few bright cheerful red and white tulips
their more flamboyant yellow cousins, who returned rather sparingly this spring
lovely rows of bright blue grape hyacinth that encircle the beds of daffodils who are busy now storing up goodies for next spring, having put on a splendid display this year.
The flowering almond was fragrant and most exuberant, but the blackbirds
feasted on Forsythia buds, and the shrubs are just now starting to look respectable,
having leafed out quite beautifully.
And the pretty pink double tulips have begun to lose some of their vigor,
and were smaller and more delicate this year.
each year is different than the one before it, or the one to follow it, and I suppose
that helps make gardening such a precarious adventure.
Will the roses survive the early bitter November winds, and the sudden cold snap?
Most of them did, but the lovely grocery store roses were blooming their
little hearts out when the cold came, and one is completely dead this spring.
The others are trying valiantly, but not sure the prognosis is that good.
I lost all the foxgloves (except for maybe one that might make it) but, although a disapointment,
it wasn't a surprise. The Canterbury bells that are coming into their
second year are developing lovely green skirts and will probably
bloom before June arrives.
Today, after we had taken plants to the sale and I had purchased a three or four pots
to bring home, we drove around by the old garden to inspect the Korean Viburnum.
It is about twelve feet high, - has never been pruned since we moved away and
had to abandon it, and was in full scented bloom, enough to make one quite giddy with the perfume.
Unfortunately, no small runners that we could salvage, but I brought a bouquet home.
The lilacs are on the verge of full blossom at the old garden, - here the little one I planted has just one bloom.
I think it needs to move house!
I leave with a bleeding heart, but will be back soon!