So far this month seems to have disappeared in mists and showers, and where the time has flown to I do not know. Here we are, just starting the last week in June, and here we are with a record of what has been growing in the garden for the last three weeks, and how lovely it has all been!!
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck - Emma Goldman
and if I had to choose a rose it would be the Abraham Darby
The only iris that bloomed this year, except for one tall blue plant I brought from the hillside????
I wonder why?
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature -Gerard de Nerval
and this is the lovely white single peony from Sharon's garden
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bard,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
Francis Thompson "The Poppy" 1891
Here is the little bit of blue flax I brought with us, - a lovely petaled cutout from heaven.
Originally from Jean Willis's garden
The new Honeysuckle I planted this year - smells delicious and is so pretty.
Not too many summery days , but this was a beautiful blue sky with wispy clouds
The roses along the side bed fence are glorious - all crumpled and fragrant
and sweetly perfumed as well.
The pink Poppy stretches through the fence to Herman and Joanna's place,
along with the rambling roses - fair beauty in exchange for the apricots
that hang over our side of the fence from their garden...
the Blaze rose as it starts to bloom, - we have had gorgeous Blazes ever since we
moved to the Similkameen
the lonely columbine
and the pot of fragrant alysum and petunias by the new front steps
Coffee. Garden. Coffee. Does a good morning need anything else?
A wonderful surprise to find this single red peony blooming late in the front garden.
More alysum, and pansies that look good here but are being eaten by ants (I believe)
Will have to move one of the small round tins of ant deterrent from the garage.
A tender visitor in the front garden
another delicate tea rose that grows amongst the ramblers
and the scout who watches out for the quail having breakfast at Flo's, across the lane
after David unscrambled the tall rose stems and tied them in place they found the trellis
to climb on, arching above to the purple clematis on the other side
I feel so fortunate to have these glorious roses
to replace the beautiful climbers we left behind.
pink roses and lavender clematis - Monet colours for sure.
and here is another corner of the garden the artist would have loved..
"I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers" Claude Monet
more delicate pink and white climbers, glistening with drops of water
and look, amongst them the delphinium has started to bloom!!
a little corner outside the picket fence - colour poking up through the dainty
Here is the new clematis which was supposed to be pink, but this dark purple
is quite acceptable
flowers in the raised bed, - a white clematis from the hillside
and the bit of canterbury bell I found this spring. I thought it would be a
vivid purple, but this lovely waxy white is pure and beautiful.
The batchelor buttons have grown incredibly tall
and behind them a small clump of shasta daisies has started to bloom.
a busy bee coming in for a landing on the corel bell, prepared to re-fuel
the day lilies have taken over in the front bed, along the fence
and here is the first yellow daisy to bloom - the mainstay of the garden
in August, as I remember it from last summer.
Despite gloomy skies and a wet June, the garden is doing quite nicely, and
I must remember this and be grateful for the cool days.
The lavender is growing tall and preparing itself to bloom and lend its fragrance to the garden
from under the hazelnut tree, and the lily buds are growing long and fat and full of promise.
I remember the vivid red one from last summer that was so elegant!