Thursday, July 02, 2009
It's amazing how much pleasure there is to be had in a little walk around the garden at the house where I've now lived more than 22 years. Every day there is something new in bloom: right now, I'm especially enjoying my floppy pale pink antique rose, which smells so good although each blossom last little more than a day. The mock orange is another with a wonderful scent -- and I've brought in a bouquet of the two mixed together for the kitchen table.
My few little plantings of annuals -- white cosmos, bright red geraniums, a few snapdragons, some portulaca -- those are all pretty consistently colourful and I would not want to be without them. But what I like most is making a point of noticing as each of the old perennial friends predictably steps forward and takes its turn from spring to fall: snowdrops, crocus, hyacinths, anemone, daffodils, tulips, iris, lily of the valley, lilac, columbine, poppies, peonies, Dame's rocket all pretty much past with lemon drop and evening primrose sharing star billing with the roses and mock orange right now. I've got another yellow kitchen bouquet of those with a late deep red peony! And there will be lots more perennials -- sidalcea soon, liatris, sweet peas, lilies (Asiatic and daylily types) asters, golden rod, sedum, Rose of Sharon, trumpet vine, chrysanthemums, fall crocus. Plus flowers from my annual seeds -- nasturtium, morning glories -- still to come between now and fall.
Every day new, each flower never to be repeated. But every flower deeply familiar from all the years I've lived here and seen them bloom in sequence. And something new: I'm wondering if my just-planted Pink Fantasy clematis is going to oblige in its first season with a bloom or two!