One gardener's observations, discoveries and random thoughts whilst simultaneously worshipping and dallying in a Cape Cod garden. "A garden," said Ralph Waldo Emerson, "is like those pernicious machineries which catch a man's coatskirt or his hand, and draw in his arm, his leg and his whole body to irresistable destruction."


So it was Sunday Night, a busy end to a busy weekend.

It was certainly a beautiful weekend, weather-wise, with only an abbreviated version of the rain we’d expected for Saturday. Sunday was our warmest day yet, in the low seventies. Mmmm. It also brought that first visible dusting of pollen, the yellowy-green film that settles over everything and reminds you of just how many plants are out there, gettin’ jiggy with it.

I had a free couple of moments, a lull in the action you could say, when I might formerly have been smoking a cigarette. But the light was just great and I really wanted to get a better photo of the white siberian iris, as Jeremy from Pittsgrove Farms had been wondering if it was the Snow Queen.

All these pictures should get bigger if you click. There’s a bit of the blue siberian iris showing to the left in this shot, but just barely, as it fades into the shadows pretty readily. That low green mound behind the white irises is a PG hydrangea, which usually starts really blooming as the summer winds down–great for fall bouquets and displays. The red tree is a cherry of some variety.

I was excited to get home and look closer at this picture and see that two of those three yuccas amidst the irises are sending their epic flower stalks up toward the sky. I transplanted the trio in there a few years back, so it’s nice to see them doing what I’d imagined at the time. Someday those white bell flowers will be blooming in time for someone’s wedding photos and it’ll be just perfect.

Of course, I didn’t imagine they might look so suggestive in progress toward that goal. Heh…that’s spring for you.

Anyway, here’s the quarry, just glowing in the evening’s fading sun, the sky going to fire to the west, and cooly blue overhead.

I love the way the shadows fall across this flower, changing it’s all white (excepting the yellow bits)appearance on the fall. I think it’s a good illustration of why sometimes we are so bamboozled to explain why our cameras seem to capture colors other than the ones we think more honestly represent the colors as we see them.

Happy June, everyone! Begin the merriment, commence with the frolicking, already!!

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