Hostas are opening to their full dark green
beauty...
And the ones growing in pots are gracing paths and trails beautifully...
The peony bushes are heavy with blossoms ready to amaze the soul of the gardener. They can be seen everywhere around the
garden, and I was surprised, upon discovering them earlier this spring, by how many of them are coming
back—all healthy and full as they can be. These are all the peony plants I planted everywhere around the garden from that original single bush. And then left. The ones I pulled
out earlier this winter and relocated to some better places, are also doing splendidly. All from that same cutting, and all in that
same marvelous pink.
The two grapevines I
let be are not disappointing me either.
They are growing stronger each day, and I’m making sure only a few
shoots remain; pruning the bottom parts of the healthy trunk almost daily, to maintain
neatness and a more abundant crop of grapes this autumn.
Long ago, I planted a small cutting of some type of a fern I got from a friend’s garden; feeble enough to had me believe back then it would never make it. But then I left, and didn’t get to see what had transpired out of it. And what a pleasant surprise this was—to find these fleecy beauties growing strong and beautiful everywhere. Another proof that nothing is really dead; at least not forever anyway.
Sprinklers!
How I adore watching the sprinklers go off every morning. The garden loves it too, and grasses are
super green and lush. Another blessing,
compared to all the watering shores and toils I was faced with in my gardens at
the little white cottage.
Cares melt away when I kneel in my garden...
It is hard work, no doubt, but oh all so worth it!
"The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due,
not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of
others to command." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings.