And It's Only June

We have reason to be excited. Generally at this time of year the seedlings have just been planted. Now I'm absolutely certain we're doing horrible things to the planet and I'm equally certain we shouldn't leave our futures in the hands of politicians, but in the meantime I'm appreciating the moment

Every spring I'd weed out the Black-Eyed Susans, figuring the leaves look weed-like, and by golly, they are. Anyway, this year by sheer luck, they eluded my weeding trigger-finger and here they are.



This is the first of the pond Lotus.



The frogs are new. Doesn't it remind you of little boys having a spitting contest? Or was that just my boys?

My Miniature Walden

When the roses were at their blowzy best the lawn was carpeted with petals. What do you think? Is there a business here supplying rose petals to wedding parties? Would Thoreau have stooped to such a base thought? I think not.



Lately the young mourning doves have been camping out here, along with bunny. Bob the Goose is the perfect garden pet--he doesn't eat or, er, anything else.



The Delphiniums are excelling this season.



My garden pal and I did a garden tour on the weekend and this garden tucked away in the woods thrilled us. My goal is to achieve this out-of-this-world look.

The Roses Are Front and Center

These rose bushes were the only sign of garden life when I moved here; each branch making its own bouquet.


No one had ever thought to prune them and I feel like George of the Jungle when I hack away at them in the spring.



The windows on the back fence do a fine job. This is the pay-off, right now when they are blooming their little hearts out.



Just don't mention the word, "dead heading" to me.