Garden pride
This is the time of garden hope and burgeoning garden pride. It’s the honeymoon when everything is going well and the bugs haven’t arrived yet for their tasty meals, nor has the drought browned and crisped the foliage, nor have the weeds taken over and the gardener given up the struggle against them.
To those who don’t garden (and until a few years ago I counted myself among their ranks) this sort of post seems a bit quaint and more than a little dull. My apologies. But to those of us who garden or who like flowers, especially in the short and therefore greatly-appreciated gardening season in the Northeast, it’s a deeply satisfying time of year.
And so, without further ado, I’ll show you what I mean:
And I think even Van Gogh might be pleased with this one:
I don’t garden, but my grandmother kept a flower garden her whole life and so I can appreciate this. I think my favorites are the flowers in the third picture. This is one of the many reasons why late spring and early summer are the best times of the year.
I always love it when you take a break from the more serious subjects (which you write about so brilliantly) and share some of your garden photos with us. Down here in TN we are entering one of my favorite times…the riotous shades and hues of all sorts of daylilies adorn my garden beds. I must confess that any striving for tastefulness on my part goes out the window as I let my daylily areas be a colorful circus. I view them with the
generously tolerant eye of a besotted parent who thinks her out of control brood can do no wrong. I miss it when the azaleas and rhodos finish up but am appeased because that means it’s almost daylily time.
I’m soooo jealous! Our drought here is so bad, even the weeds in what’s left of the lawn are brown and withered.
I miss my gardens and pots and hanging thingies…
Oh, color, color, color. I’ve never seen iris or pansies in those colors. Thank you!!
mrs whatsit: Thanks! The pansies are some sort of old-fashioned variety I can find at only one garden store. The irises, though, are Siberian irises, which come in that color and white and a sort of magenta.
Lovely!
But you know the brown people of the world dont have any flowers because they are oppressed by fascist greedy Christian evangelist corporate warmongers.
and um, you know, stuff like that.
Are them the irises in the vase? That does look like that would make a great painting.