Things just keep on blossoming around here… This Rose has never done so well, but then it was almost completely killed several years ago by painters (painting right over the whole thing!), and then almost killed again by collateral construction damage a few years ago. Now it takes up a quarter of the length of the garage it grows beside and fills it with these fragrant rubies.
Then there’s this tree-shrub-thingy that leans over my head from our neighbor’s yard. Don’t know what it is, but it’s littered with flowers that smell so sweet and the bees flock to it in droves all day long.
And our scarlet Poppies are — well, popping. They astound me every time. They are such weird, tissue-petaled aliens, cracking out of their three-lobed spiny eggs, and unfurling, fully-formed in less than an hour — easily the most striking flower in the garden because of their day-glow hue.
I’d never noticed until this year, perhaps because we had previously only had two colors of Iris, but this year with four it was obvious that the different colors bloom at slightly different times. The more periwinkle of our purples was first, followed quickly by the grey-whites, then the deep purples, followed closely by these gorgeous yellows. I wonder what’s behind this anomaly…
These mini-Carnation-thingys I have always known as Sweet Williams, but whenever I see them at plant stores, they are called something else which I can never remember. I had forgotten they are perennial and so have been very pleased to see them return; Xi even has a few in the little garden plot she tends… Bonus!
These are some of our finest Lupines. We have two kinds of purple and two kinds of pink, and they take over this one bed every year in such a glorious display, with the last of some Irises behind, several purple Columbines scattered amongst, and a few strawberries fruiting at their feet.
The bees also love the Lupines. They fly up, land on the soft, lighter pink (in this variety) pillow at the bottom of each bloom; grab the darker pink part above, and then use their back legs to pry open the flower and dip their faces in to get a sip of nectar; and then like densely-scheduled lightning, they bounce off, buzz to the next bloom, and repeat.
That’s some of the lovely stuff we’re seeing these days. We’ve also had Bella return (on Father’s Day, no less…), some friends visiting since the weekend, and we’re heading off to visit Nana and Grandpa George in Alabama tomorrow, but more on all that later. I have to pack!