I have heard reports that some airports are hanging signs above the area just past security–you know, where there’s a table and chairs–that say “Recombobulation Area”. I think that’s awesome. I have been home from my Grand Tour of family homesites for a few days now, so I think that I am sufficiently recombobulated to resume blogging.
The garden is flourishing. This end of the perennial bed looks so good that… I’m showing you a picture of the whole thing, instead of closeups of whatever looks good at the moment. The Canterbury Bells are gathering their energy for a second bloom, the foxglove has sent up short secondary stalks of blossoms, and the pinks are going crazy. I was down on them, earlier in the season, but they’ve taken off in the warm weather and it’s all love for them, all the time, now.
This other end of the perennial bed is less impressive. This is where everything that arrived this Spring was planted (as opposed to the other end which is full of Fall-planted stuff). Things are blooming, even thriving, but it’s a feeble first-year garden. It will look much better next summer.
And, squeeeee!!! The forget-me-nots are blooming! These are Chinese forget-me-nots, and aren’t quite as precious as the wild ones by my parents’ stream, but oh how happy they make me. There is a big thick knot of them at one edge of the seed bed.
And in the vegetable and herb bed…
And here is the newest, tiniest, and most precious addition to the garden. This, my friends, is the most popular climbing rose of all time–the most beautiful–the most ethereal. Pierre de Ronsard, also known as the Eden Climber. Check it out.