Our shade garden has been loving the cool spring weather!
Have a great afternoon!
Both despite, and because of, all of the rain that we have had lately, the garden is looking quite lush. I couldn’t help but go out in the drizzle this afternoon to take some pictures. The garden should be gorgeous for Mother’s Day.
… And to my mother, who taught me to garden, “I hope that you have a great day out amongst the flowers, Mom! Love ya.”
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone!
Here today, gone tomorrow. That is probably what nature has in store for the last flowers from this season’s garden. Though it was 70 degrees here earlier today, the temperature has dropped almost 30 degrees in the past few hours with an additional drop of 20 more degrees predicted tonight… all thanks to the Bomb Cyclone headed our way. Brrrr …. winter comes tonight and looks like it is here to stay for a while. Goodnight, sweet garden. We’ll see you in the Spring!
Stay warm! Have a great week!
Weather-wise, it has been a wonderful September for the garden. Lots of sunshine, warm days and “coolish” nights. Here is a picture of Mr. Lincoln from my garden earlier today. With the cooperation of Mother Nature, I should have roses blooming for another four to six weeks. Roses are the backbone of my front garden … the nearly the first and always last to bloom.
Have a great evening!
One of our guests at the Bed & Breakfast once declared me to be “a collector of both Boston Terriers and their likenesses” – a description which still makes me chuckle. My husband and I have had six much-loved Bostons over the years – and we do indeed have quite a few pieces of Boston Terrier memorabilia, many of them kindly given to us by guests fond of our dogs.
Bill and I have some good friends who also are Boston Terrier parents. Knowing that I am a gardener, these friends have very thoughtfully given me flowers to plant as living memorials to several of our canine children who have passed over the years. One of theses is a daylily named “Punk” given in memory of Ginger. (“Punk” was one of several affectionate nicknames that we had for Gingie because she was always ready to turn anything into a game.)
Ginger passed away two years ago at seventeen years of age. She brought us tremendous happiness in her lifetime. This is the first time that Punk has bloomed. So I wanted to share a remembrance of Ginger and photos of her tribute flower which I tend with affection as I remember our punky Ging.
Have a lovely weekend!