Bright pink Columbine against an old picket fence. Bright color and the texture of aging wood.
While they were so busy blooming, I took pictures. I think the next time I look — tomorrow if it isn’t pouring rain — I will see the beginning of the blooming of the daylilies.
I think if there had been a bit more sunshine, they would be blooming already. I don’t know if the roses will bloom this year. We cut them all the way down and it may take them a season to grow back.
I’m sure they will grow back. They are much too stubborn to die.
I thought the Columbine had bloomed and died in a week. I was wrong. Apparently, that was merely the leading edge of a whole lot more Columbine.
One of the odd outcomes of the recent windy weather we’ve had because, as we all know, climate change is propaganda created by the Chinese, is that flowers are showing up in places they were never planted. Half of our garden is now on the other side of the driveway. Not roses or other things that have shoots but flowers with seeds which could be blown a distance.
That’s how we found Narcissus over there — which is still puzzling since no narcissus has grown in the regular garden in years, so those seeds were either dropped by a bird or blown from who knows where. Now there’s a lot of Columbine there, too. There has been so much wind and so often, I have no idea what’s going to show up next.
Between a few days ago and today, the Columbine bloomed — and started to die. I mean literally, two days. It usually hangs around for a while, but we seem to be hurrying into summer. It seems to be that when spring comes late, the garden starts to hurry towards summer, skipping the usual pieces.
Our garden is magical for one month every summer. Usually between late May through much of June.
This year, it was July. It’s all roses and daylilies and for its single month, it’s absolutely magic.