Critters

The real live critters are hanging back today to see what those storm clouds are all about.

So I'll make do with the pretend critters.









Except for Harry and Max--they don't care about the weather.

Notes From a Garden Tour

Gardening is so subjective that I seldom twinge with envy after touring other people's gardens.



But--if I were to have a twinge, I might wonder about actually remaining rooted to one place, giving a cedar hedge time to become the ultimate privacy fence.

I suspect this bunny was sticking around to ensure we didn't make a move for the lettuce patch.


I lament the departure of my favorite junk dealer when I see these tin men. It would be such fun to scrounge about finding the parts and coming up with something like this.



On to the next tour.

Garden Tours

Gardening is addictive.

It calls for a certain get-in-there-and- ditch- the- garden- gloves mentality, where it's imperative to leave the dishes and dust mites for a rainy day while you weed, move plants, sit and enjoy the result of your labors, feed the birds while you're at it--that kind of thing.

When you can tear your eyes away from your own handiwork, then it's time for a garden tour or several where you can admire the work of people as passionate about it all as you are.



This gardener loves every inch of her property and her front porch says it all.

Her son built the stone wall and using an historical masonry method. I want to adopt him.



While touring about,I photographed this view of lily pads because they looked too perfect to be real and later, I spotted the frog at the bottom center.







Meanwhile back at my personal Eden, the climber roses are calling for their close-up right now so this is my personal garden delight de jour.

Blooming Time

We've never had a spring like this one. This one is early and lush.

The mock honeysuckle has never been so abundant or as deeply hued.



The planter baskets are thriving and rain falls often enough that hand watering is seldom necessary.



Okay, occasionally there is a glitch in my personal paradise and this is it.

This iron basket in front is supposed to be overflowing with red geraniums, all the same height and blooming in unison. Apparently they didn't read the rules and they are going their own way thank you very much.

In this age of excess, one might think I'd tear them out and start again. Nope. We'll just see if the little critters decide to get with the program. If not, I'll go with theirs.

This is an equal opportunity garden, except for aphids and they are firmly discouraged.

What A Difference A Rain Makes

It got hot, then it got cold, then it rained.

The Peonies were marking their time, like a sprinter waiting for his moment to surge ahead of the pack.

After a night of gorgeous thunder, lightening and lots of rain, they made their run for it and this is what I was left with.


That's what you get for sleeping at night--you miss the late show. I'm not complaining; I love them no matter what, but I hope they perk up and stick around a while
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The white ones stuck around for me to admire while the rain drops still clung to them.

They are from Sylvia's house in Hafford, Saskatchewan and the plant moved with me from the last house.

Next it will be the roses turn.

Waiting

The weather teeters from cool to blistering hot so we're in a waiting pattern, and so is the garden.





Just give me a night of warm rain and I'll be out the next morning weeding like no one has weeded before.

Yes I will.