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."

Happy Mother’s Day, everyone!

I’ll add this to other greetings of the day I’ve already sent along to my own Mum and Granny, as I also offer my best to all the other Moms, mothers, grandmas, aunts and other nurturing types who make such a difference in my life and others.  I wish each of them a delightful day, and offer my thanks for all the things that being a Mom entails.

It’s a beautiful morning here on the Cape, the balance of the gray and thundery day we had yesterday and I’m transitioning back to the Nest today, so I’ve much to do and will keep this entry on the brief side.

T’was a good week here – always nice to have a little doggy time (and Peanut the cat was good company, too).  The weather’s been unseasonably warm this week, as things continue to bloom on the early side.

Scotch broom is something we usually count on to be blooming during those first warm days of June…not the first warm days of May.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen the stuff blooming at the same time as the lilacs.   And now I see that the irises have begun, too.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m always excited to see things coming into bloom, especially my favorites (which long-time readers may have realized by now is like EVERYTHING…), but I can’t help but wonder, if everything blooms early, then what will happen in August, when there’s nothing left to look forward to?!   I wonder if I shouldn’t try to grow something subtropical this summer.

I’ve enjoyed being in Brewster this week, not only for the parade, but to watch the gardens’ Mugsy’s Mom has been establishing here.  I love peonies, but haven’t ever seen tree peonies in bloom, so its’ been fun to watch them coming along (again, peonies:  traditionally a June bloomer…WTF?).   They are not all scented in the same way their more fragile relations are, but a few surprised me.  One had the traditional fragrance I expected, but the purple one had a surprise citrus-y scent that’s kind of fun.

It can be fun to spend time in someone else’s garden, to watch things grow which I don’t currently host in my gardens at the Nest.   Those tiny red bells are coral bells, AKA, heuchera (if I’m spelling correctly, which suddenly seems unlikely) and this hot pink stuff is, I believe, called thrift.   Cute little blossoms.   I’ll have to get me some of each sometime, but meanwhile, here it is to enjoy.

But here’s a photo of some tiny white blooms I found in a scrawny tree arching over the parking lot at work the other day.  It was really more of a shrub than a tree, but tall enough to lean over where I was parked.

It was the fragrance of these precious branches of blossom that caught my attention, sweet like the heliotrope I’m waiting for.  But I don’t know what it is.   Can anyone help me know this one?  I’d really like an introduction.  I took a picture of the tree trunk, too, in case that’s helpful.

Of course, with all this ahead-of-schedule excitement going on, I’ve been missing my own gardens.   The house-sit is just far enough in the opposite direction that it hasn’t made sense to stop back regularly, plus it confuses my Gray Pal about whether I’m home or not.

But I was over there to spend some time with him yesterday as I started transitioning back in that direction and, of course, I couldn’t resist looking around to see what’s going on there.

In my absence, the tulips has faded, but there’s plenty more going on (though it occurs to me that I’ve missed a couple of weeks pinching back the imperial mums, which are getting rather tall.  I’ll have to give them some attention once I’m resettled), like this first of the purple globe alliums.

When I’m back at the Nest, there will be faded tulips and daffodils to cut back, but there are also great drifts of violas forming now from the tiny seedlings I tucked into the ground here and there a while back.  And that’s just the tip of the botanical iceberg.

My gardens are always trying to teach me a lesson about having Faith in what I can’t see.   I try to be good about that, but I think you all understand how tough that can be to believe sometimes.   Just about a year ago, I planted some lily bulbs, an assortment of different varieties, if my feeble memory serves.

But Life conspired to sadden sweet June and she cried nearly every day.   When no lilies appeared later in the season when the sun came out, I assumed that too much rain had prevented them from getting established and I put them from my mind.

Ah, but look how they are thriving this year!  What a treat they will be as begin our mid-summer revels (or Memorial Day, if the early blooming schedule applies to the lilies, as well)!

In the back yard, there’s an iris ready to unfurl in the next day or so.  It is one of the roots sent along to me from my gardening pal in Baltimore and so I believe not one I have seen blooming before.   I’ll have to see if I can find the tag I planted it with, but by any name, I’m sure it’ll be beautiful.  Stay tuned.

Meanwhile, by the front door is a stand of muscari – grape hyacinths – I planted last fall.   It’s an array of colors, from pale to dark blue and they are looking pretty cool.

I apologize for not having a better photo of them, but I’ve managed to change the settings on my camera, so that about a dozen photos fills my memory card.  I’ve tried changing it back, but I think I’ll need to consult the  users manual…which means I’ll have to find the users manual (eyeroll).

Meanwhile, there’s a full day ahead of me.  I hope that yours is sunny and flowery and fragrant and warm and happy.

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Comments on: "Mother’s Day Garden Report" (6)

  1. A favorite flower? You? No Midnight Gardner can pick just one.

    These pictures are beautiful. Thank you for sharing such pretty stuff once again.

  2. Out West the Scotch Broom is considered a “weed” and I found many years ago that I am allergic to the white blossom version of it and not so much the yellow version. I understand it was brought to the US from Asia as a decorative plant and once planted it took off like a black berry vine. They’re very hard to get rid of unless one digs it completely up.

    I like the brooms, even as I understand they are invasive. The bright yellow variety seed themselves in here and there around the parking areas at Race Point. I’m impressed at their ability to thrive in only sand, and I like how they brighten up the landscape, but they can be sort of thug-ish.

    Just thinking of you yesterday, Butch, as I spotted my columbine (the pink one) blooming – still no sign of any seedlings from last year’s sowings of your blue seeds, though. :(

  3. Yes, heuchera is the correct spelling. And the photos are lovely. My peach-colored iris just bloomed today, and I am still waiting on my superstition black irises to bloom. They are my absolute favorite for color and fragrance. My tree peonies are taking their time, but I can’t wait for them to bloom…they had the most wonderful scent last year, but there were only two blooms…so I hope I have at least four this year. And I hope I finally get some peaches this year. If I do, I’ll send you a jar of peach jam.

    I wish you luck with your peach jam, Marc, especially now that I got a stake in it! How I miss having a peach tree on the property. I’m standing by waiting for other irises to bloom – they are all making ready – actually I’m dashing about doing other things, but stopping here and there to check in with them. After today’s new post, I’ll surf over and see if early reviews of France are available in your family blogspots. Happy Spring, Bokey!

  4. I have both tree peonies and herbaceous peonies in my yard. The tree peonies typically bloom 2-3 weeks earlier than herbaceous peonies. My tree peonies are in full bloom right now.

  5. P.S. I think that your mystery tree with the fragrant white flowers is Autumn Olive (Elaeagnus umbellata), an invasive species from Asia.

  6. How about a Massage after working in the garden?

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