Late Spring Garden, Take a Bow!
It's our little piece of heaven, our gardens. Nothing like our morning stroll post-breakfast to see what has been transformed overnight. Don't doubt it: there are notable changes, and they take place quickly. Even if I do need to wear a pair of eyeglasses, the better to see them with. I'm delighted with each and every thing I see in the gardens, to note how everything has responded to the heat of the sun, the torrents of spring rain.
After the early bloomers, the bulbs, now finished, we've got bearded iris in bloom, and mountain bluet. Tree peonies in full glorious bloom, the clematis setting their buds, and hundreds of rosebuds set already on the climbing roses. I've pulled up all the forget-me-nots, they've passed their show of tiny blue blooms. The Tamarisks, the Sunset Maples, the Bridal spirea, all in the bloom, competing with one another for showy excess and fragrant bliss.
The Sargentii crabs have lost their blossoms, ditto the weeping Jade crab, and finally too the Magnolia, that splendid specimen of bloom. Now the rhododendrons and the azaleas are having their day, with huge, dishy bright flowers. And, of course, the jack-in-the-pulpits, hidden in their secret places in the garden. Even the Siberian irises have begun to bloom, and the first of the Icelandic poppies have opened their bright papery-delicate blossoms. The Lupins! the aliums! the creeping phlox!
Bliss!
posted by Pieface @ Thursday, June 01, 2006
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