Weather-wise, this has been a strange and wonderful spring. Warm when it should have been cold, cold when it should have been warm. A threat of frost on May 15th. Some of my plants appear to love the topsy-turvy weather. My peonies have been delayed in opening, which is just as well. I would have hated seeing all their lovely blooms battered to the earth by the rain. Instead, they are still tightly embedded in green spheres in preparation of a bountiful unfurling (or am I just being hopeful?).
Right now, though, my garden seems to be full of blues and purples and greens.
Full, I suppose, is an ambitious term. Let me say only that the few flowers blooming right now fall into that category of color in some form or another. I have inserted a handful of photos in this blog which would certainly give the impression of the lovely blossoming of a well-kept garden.
What I’m keeping to myself is the abundance of weeds I still need to yank from the soil, the stones piled by the shop for extending the garden wall, the terrible state of the ongoing waterfall project.
Sometimes I am overwhelmed by everything needing to be accomplished and by the idea that next year it will likely need to be accomplished again.
Yet when I walked outside in the moment prior to another onslaught of wind, rain and plummeting temperatures, I found delight in my delusion that all is progressing as it should be.
Sometimes my gardening follows very closely the course of my life…
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Gorgeous pics of your garden. Yes, all this rais as helped with the blooms, but I see the weeds are catching up in my garden too. 🙂 Hard choice: Weed or write. We both know which one wins most of the time. 🙂
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Thanks, Kathy. It really is a conundrum. I look forward to days when it rains so hard I no longer have that choice to make.
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