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."

Bits of Monday

Well, I have teased you for far too long with long distance shots of the newly-blooming sweet William, so I thought I’d lead off with a good shot today. There were so many varieties at the old place, I wasn’t sure beforehand which one I had selected to make the move. Now it’s clear I choose the two-tone version. Some of the flowers are white with purple detailing, while the others are this hot magenta color.

And that rose bush around which I built the rest of the garden has now begun to bloom out front. Their scent is a nice deep rosey tone to match their color. What a bogus description, huh? Scents are so difficult to translate to words. I’ll try a little harder as more of them blossom.

I’d like to offer my thanks to all of you who’ve been so kind to keep my Granny in your thoughts and prayers. While we are still sorting out the details of exactly what happened, it seems she is doing relatively well.

She’s got a few broken bones, but all reports suggest she’s of pretty sound mind after the ordeal, which is good, though of course she’s a bit shaken up. Hopefully she’ll recover from this nicely and have learned a lesson about not trying to play Frogger across a busy highway.

I haven’t had the chance to speak to her yet–she was doing physical therapy the first time I rang, and the second and third times the line was busy, which in itself I take as a pretty good sign. I hear she got the message that I called and I’m sure we’ll chat sometime tomorrow.

In the borders on the edges of the property, the white spirea has now faded, but has been replaced by those little white roses as the companion/ complimentary color to the red weigela, which continues to bloom nicely.

Here’s one of those weeds that’s sort of hard to hate: bindweed. It must be related to the morning glory, as they are similar in a number of ways. However, bindweed, as its name suggests, is rather more aggressive.

Visually, you can see the flower is sort of squared off into a pentagonal shape, instead of round at the edges like the morning glory, and the leaves aren’t as curvy either, looking a bit more shovel/spade shaped than heart-shaped.

But still, there’s much to love about the flowers. While I’m glad it’s not actually in the garden beds, per se, I kind of enjoy that there is some around…and trust me, there’s plenty.

In the garden beds, lots of little seedlings are appearing all over the place. I think these are Everlastings.

I’ll need to thin them out a little once they’ve grown just a little more–apparently I was dropping seed two by two. With luck, I’ll be able to transplant those removed to other locations.

And look, the verbena bonariensis has begun to put out its delightful tiny purple flowers, friend to butterflies everywhere.

There are several stalks of foxglove rising from this particular plant and the flowers are “inflating” nicely as the stalks rise. I just love those polka dot interiors.

Tonight there is a small tragedy to report, in the washing of the remainder of my packet of Pole Beans.

Hopefully, those recently planted will sprout well, as I’d have to buy a fresh pack if any need replacing.

You’d think after suffering this nearly every spring, I would learn to be more cautious about checking my pockets before doing laundry.

You’d be wrong, obviously.

At work, this red rose bush is the latest to join the glorious floral chorus that is June, and since there’s the possibility of a thunderstorm coming our way shortly, that’s what I’ll leave you with for the evening.


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