The garden, unaware of packing boxes, downsizing and general confusion,

continues its fertile and beautiful dance with sex, all during July

The end of the first week of July

and there are scandalously beautiful things going

on in the garden!  Right

under our very noses, which alas, are too often in packing boxes.

Late June in the garden on the hill

Iris from the back garden

the sun on the mountain and poppy time

in the garden

Canterbury bells that will have to come to town in the spring.

The Philadelphia Orange that smells so delicious

and that I will miss so sorely....

Pink Climbers

Morning sunlight filtered through orange poppies

and so we go into July....