I stepped out on the deck this morning to check some herbs I transplanted last evening before dark, and was taken by the lushness of the deck flowers. Some are passing their prime and others are preparing to be in the spotlight. Time passing.
The garden gets me away from the news of the day, the hour, the minute.
I can delight in seeing the buds on my two peony plants in competition to open first.
Soon there will be lily blooms.
Iris are not spent yet and the lupine is sending up new blossom stems.
We have a blue sky day ahead of us here. That's good news to celebrate.
My first vegetable patch in this house is overloaded but I don't care.
Snow peas are showing up.
Tomatoes are flowering.
A cayenne pepper that was left as a giveaway at the library has joined the other vegetables just last evening.
Heads of lettuce that need picking. All is good news there too.
I couldn't find the Siberian bugloss plant that Tom recommended after I saw it in one of his garden photos. Gardeners Supply nursery had them but they're all gone. I spied this hosta, Heart of Gold (I think) and decided to add it instead.
In the rock garden
buds are showing,
and grass is growing along the edge. I need to roll the rocks back and edge the bed to keep the grass at bay. For Barbara, the rocks are there because I call it a rock garden. I figure they add interest.
At least while working in my gardens I feel like I can make a difference unlike how I feel about our country's mess. Sure I'll show up at the demonstration, I'll continue to post news to enlighten us but making a difference? I just don't see it like I do in the garden.
