So this is a little late, but whatever. Some shots of the peonies as they were opening. Delightful. Also, another impromptu arrangement for my office featuring some poppies. Lovely flowers, those.
A musing, albeit not a very original one: The thing about gardens and plants is that they do amazing, wonderful things. But so often, they are not the things we try to make them do, lovingly coax them to do, etc. Good stuff is happening in the garden now (pics, as always, to come...) but as usual, the garden has a mind of its own. The planter that was artfully arranged and labored over becomes totally jammed and chaotic; the plant that was supposed to climb and cover something (a trellis, a fence, an obelisk) poops out and is (literally) not up to the challenge; the easy-to-grow seeds are suprisingly not all that easy to grow. (Nevermind the cilantro that insists on flowering EVERY YEAR at the expense of tasty leaves.) It is maddening. Meanwhile, the "body bag" climbing rose, bought at Home Depot on a whim last year, after a bout with aphids, is large and in charge; the orphaned mail-order plants stuffed in a container in a hodge podge are thriving, and the hastily transplanted Bee Balm are just fine. (You know what I don't need? More Bee Balm.)Screed on sweet peas to follow...
