With the better weather finally arriving, I’ve been remembering your visit last summer, and wishing you were able to see the garden again. Then one day, I thought of a way you could.
Today’s post is for you. Let’s go for a walk!
Here’s Cuca to welcome you. I’m glad you could make it today, since the parking-pad bed has just hit its seasonal peak. Let’s head along the public sidewalk and down the gravel driveway.
Those pockets of greenery paralleling the alyssum are this year’s snapdragons. The bigger clump beside the stepping stone is saponaria from your garden. Oh, and if you peer through the forsythia canes, you’ll see the word “welcome” on the froggy sign you brought us last year. Some climbing nasturtium seedlings at its feet are eyeing it with high hopes. But I bet what you really want a closer look at is…
…the aubretia. The tag says her name is Audrey. Isn’t she gorgeous? And the colour combination of her and the basket-of-gold is just fab.
Not much else to see in the driveway; the flowers surrounding the rain barrel won’t kick in till late summer, the next bed displays only sprinkled seeds and a gooseberry sprig, and the herb garden is boring. So let’s go through the side picket gate and start down the path beside the garage.
Last year’s flat of impatiens lining the garage-side path succeeded so well that I’ve repeated it. This time, though, I edged wider, and encircled all those hostas that Grace gave me last fall with stones, effectively removing a strip of slope-side grass. Likewise, the two smaller hosta beds claiming their own slope sections have finally reached the upper lawn, thanks to some blue-green thinnings that Danni gave me last week. I love the fringe benefits of gardening for other choir members!
Here we are at the bottom of the property. Don’t bother turning around, there’s only compost and construction debris back there. This faux-wicker seat is a favourite shady spot on warm afternoons.
The lower garden is starting to fill out. Umm, I hope you like hostas, ’cause there’s more of ‘em here…
The other plants have been making a decent effort as well. That happy mound of bachelor’s buttons at your feet came here two years ago as three skinny plants from your next-door neighbour’s.
And if you step over here, you’ll see…
Yes, they are, aren’t they? I’m glad you do. Me, too.
Up the rock steps we go.
This is “Dandyknife’s School For Wayward Purple Violets”. They were dug out of the lawn at Danni’s place last week. The fencing is to keep Cai and Fergus from running them over. Finally, I’ve got violet-coloured violets!
Meanwhile, the well-established white violets are in bloom. Have a seat here, while I remove my breakfast cup and put on a fresh pot for us both. Off to your left, the purple finches and goldfinches and song sparrows will perform a comical skit at the bird feeder.
Well, it’s been wonderful having you. The rest of the walk, along the boundary fence and out the front picket gate to the silver maple again, is mostly green at this time, with only two things of any note:
A very happy bleeding-heart…
…and the first bud-break of this year’s rose display. Somehow that feels like a hopeful ending, doesn’t it?
Thanks again for coming, Fay. I promise to be over someday soon and let you do the talking.