The Garden, the Rain and the Wind

Great lashings of rain these past two nights and the roses at the gate in full bloom, bending their pretty pink skirts down to the ground as midnight showers approach.  

Well, not showers.  They have been really heavy rains, although I don't hear them, sheltered as I am in my small house with two others close by on each side.

Yesterday Frank (who had to take the yard-clipping barrels out to the roadside through a tunnel of cabbage roses and purple clematis)

found a sturdy yellow hose and tied the roses back to the fence.

So today they are erect, but droopingly damp, if you know what I mean.

I am thrilled to have some

foxgloves growing in

the garden...

This seems to be the year

for them.

There is a pot by the back door

with a magnificent  mauve

foxgloves growing in it,

putting out new branches

every day.

 A small bee -

 a lovely pastel shade, 

was hovering over the digitalis 

and each time I tried to get a picture 

it burrowed a little deeper into those lovely speckled blooms.

The clematis was not too much

affected by the rain and wind

as I had secured it to the

scrolls on the iron arbor

that frames the entrance

to the garden,

and besides that clematis has a little

more stamina than roses.

It started to rain again when I was out taking pictures

so I hurried in, only stopping

long enough to take in the scent

of the little new

Philadelphia Orange I thought to rescue from

the old garden, but when I went up there yesterday

I was on cloud nine to see that

the large Philadelphia Orange had survived

and the roses over the gateway Charles made

are a massive pink bloom.

All the dead roses gone

and the garden looking as if someone

loved it.

So pleased and thankful!!!