1521/6th June 2024 . Warm, wet weather brought on a growth spurt so I wandered out to inspect the situation. More rain was expected and I felt the odd drop, but it was saving up for a proper deluge later on. . When I see the land in it…
Warm, wet weather brought on a growth spurt so I wandered out to inspect the situation.
More rain was expected and I felt the odd drop, but it was saving up for a proper deluge later on.
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When I see the land in its summer incarnation, it's hard to believe that not too many weeks ago it was so stark and that I was taking pictures of frost.
Not as many frosty images as usual, this past winter.
Will we ever again have six weeks of temperatures below freezing, affording me the opportunity of ice-sculptures?
Sculpture is rather a grand word for the blocks of ice I stacked one on top of the other, over that frozen period. If I'd known it would last so long I would have made a better effort!
The following winter I prepared in vain and winters have got progressively less cold ever since.
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But now is the warm season and like it or not, there are things to be enjoyed about it.
Bedstraw?
A little hard to capture images of windblown plants.
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This was some sort of asteraceae, I believe, so-called King-Devil.
Its seedy, dissipated state made a picture that appealed to me.
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In this exuberant year, Spirea was magnificent.
Last Fall I did my best to restore its lagging spirits. Having no clue how to go about such an endeavour, I followed my instinct, all the while talking to my sad-looking plant.
Talking helps, I am convinced .
The glory is short-lived, but this is as Nature dictates. I praised Spirea and thanked it for the splendid show.
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In passing, I remembered to thank Lilac as well!
The field that grows wild is now dotted with daisies.
My mother's name was Daisy but she thought it old-fashioned, preferring to be called Willis. Her maiden name.
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So naturally, daisies remind me of my mum, but I love them for their simplicity, for their open faces.
It pleases me that they grow wild.
If I'm lucky, I'll have some posh daisies in a flowerbed, in due course. Shasta daisies, I think.
Everything in my garden is a bit random.
Which is how I like it.
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Continuing my meander, I came upon the buddleia, also now past its prime and weighed down by a recent shower. Still worthy of a photograph.
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Hiding behind the buddleia, one of this year's surprises.
There is a small triangle of ground here which is hard to get at because of bushes and slopes and ticks.
Years past, I scattered wildflower seeds hoping some would grow.
As I recall, sweet Williams are not wildflowers.
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There was a dianthus around by the patio, but that one appears not to have survived the winter.
It seems doubtful that these mystery flowers can have originated from seeds of that plant.
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Every year we have at least one mystery flower pop up and never in the same place twice.
One year it was hollyhocks. I've tried to grow some intentionally since without success.
Perhaps they are Nature's little gift to a well-intentioned but hopeless gardener.
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Further down the slope two other sweet Williams.
Hiding among wild things.
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Yesterday's grumblings turned into a very wet night.
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Which resulted in a very moist morning.
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Cooler temperatures sent me to remove more grass from the flowerbeds.
This lovely specimen is classed not just a weed but a noxious variety.
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Cinquefoil was invited it to a flowerbed years ago, in consideration of its pretty flowers and it has behaved with restraint!
At least it's one thing I can count on to bloom.
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The question is will last year's surprise rose, flower this year?
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