A Short Walk In The Garden

I missed a few Bloom Day posts because........ This mostly green stroll through the garden is strewn with flowers if you look close enough. It will have to do for my return to this month's Bloom Day offering. The flowers were not my focus on this walk in the garden. I was trying to capture the mood.

I'm running into another photo storage filing error limit it seems. I never did anything about the last one. The picture taking system for the blog could crash at any time. I have too many pictures to store and not enough perky brain power to want to deal with the technology fix. So, I procrastinate.

I had chemo yesterday. Today I need a nap. So, I will leave you here to go for a short walk through the summer garden on your own. Click on a picture for the slide show. At the end is a nice picture of the Bottlebrush Buckeye and 'Lemon Drop' Azalea in full bloom.

The Flowers Draw Me In

I can see them from a distance. A lush green meadow sprinkled with ever more flowers as summertime begins. White and yellow are the dominant colors for now.

The Persicaria polymorpha has reached blooming height. The Stewartia pseudocamellia is having its most flowers ever. Many springs the latent flower buds get frozen. I should go have a closer look. All the flowers don't show up as well in pictures taken from afar.

Iris ensata, the Japanese iris is the last iris to bloom. That makes it a more reliable bloomer in a high elevation garden.

Clyde Redmond, the Louisiana iris hangs in there. I think they need more elbow room to be happy than I have been able to give them. Still, the Louisiana iris are the second best iris blooming in my garden. Clyde liked Maui better.

Out in the sunshine of the roadside vegetable garden, the feral parsnips are in bloom.

Parsnips will self-sow in abundance if you let them. So will a lot of other weed flowers. The vegetable garden is on light duty this year, so all the flowers can be let be.

The sky blue of chicory heralds a change of the seasons and adds to a growing floral abundance.

I am hoping the Baptisia alba will set seed. I want to plant more.

Hydrangea arborescens 'Haas Halo' gets ready to bloom high on the low spot of a North Carolina mountain top. The flowers draw me outside.

Welcome To The Lush

I have truly enjoyed watching the garden grow into the green Lush of being in the view from above on my front porch. So much of what I have planted over the years has grown in size and substance to be identifiable from a distance. That enjoyment will have to help soothe the maintenance gardener who is itching to spend time in the garden.

My breathing is a touch better which means I am sleeping less and moving more. It will take some time to regain some strength and balance to where I could wander out there and pull a few weeds.

The time for the Great Lawn and path mowing is also here. That is another matter entirely for the maintenance gardener. It is currently not possible.

As it should, the garden blooms on without me. 

In the land where the Black Iris blooms.

The Serviceberry

 

The Garden Grows On

Erythronium

Chionodoxa

Rip Van Winkle

Trilliums

Puschkinia

The Snowdrops Were Still There

The tomatoes are long gone.

A big locust encased in a ginormous poisoned ivy vine fell in from Madison County. When the snow melts. That's when.

In The Early Goth Period

I love this view of the cozy cabin. Ten years later the front porch bed has grown into something I once imagined in my head. I like it. It truly has four seasons total landscape interest. Most people I imagine would find it a bit chaotic. After spending my days tidying other gardens, it is a breath of fresh air to me.

Two light frosts and the drying process that begins the Goth Period is underway. Even when I think, feel and make an effort to remain steady, my vibration is made visible in this low blue light. My computer eyes may be fading too.

The color fades to small, extremely intense pockets in a drying world. The mood it creates engulfs the garden. That mood is easier to sense in a slight vibration.

Yesterday there was a mowing. The Under Garden will soon be freed using freshly cut paths.

In sunlight there is a bit more clarity, maybe, depending on the vibration, and a different quality of light.

 I go out walking. I pick up sticks. Along the byway rushing by.

Carolina blue skies rule on days with about three hours of warmish surrounded by all kinds of chilly.

Two light frosts and the Rough Bark Japanese Maple went from green to full color over night. I wasn't sure it was going to make it to color before a killer freeze arrived.

In this smoky blue afternoon light in the early Goth Period, clouds of buzzing insects have transformed into hitch hiking seeds that cling to my outer layers. How long will it last? Picking up sticks.

At Home In The Fall

Peak leaf peeping continues. The color has been exceptionally nice this year.

There has even been enough pre-freeze to the season that the Japanese Maple has had time to turn.

That will be over shortly. The first killer freeze is on the way. Snow could happen tonight.

The Fothergilla had enough time to turn too. If this is a mild killer freeze, the late season leaf peeping items could get even more color before it is over.

The meadow is shall we say, rather ratty looking. A good killer freeze makes chopping it all down much less traumatic.

The maintenance gardener is having a hankering for a final mowing before winter sets in. I think I missed one towards the end of the season, fleas and heart attacks and all that. Fresh mowed paths could look nice for the winter. The lawn stays green all winter.

Red berries for migrating birds as the Under Garden begins to come out.

Cozy. At home in the fall. The wild cultivated gardens had a very good year.