I read somewhere – and I apologize to whoever said it because I cannot credit you – it’s a shame that so many gardeners keep their gardens locked up in their backyards. How nice it would be if the garden could be in the front yard for everyone and anyone to enjoy as they walk by.
That was my thought as Joe and I walked around the neighborhood on this first day of summer, strolling by our neighbors’ homes to get a peek and to be inspired by what was blooming. This is what we found.
To start the walk, we had to pass our Lace Cap Hydrangea. The flowers remind me of speckled Easter eggs.
This would be a close-up of the “lace” in the Lace Cap.
Across the street, we spotted a small bouquet of Dianthus.
Just up the street, another neighbor had Daylilies blooming everywhere.
Another neighbor had cluster upon cluster of Roses spilling over a rock retaining wall.
I couldn’t resist a closer look at the ruffled petals.
This Daylily seemed to scream, “Look into my eye.” So I did.
Around the corner, there were beds of Astilbe in full bloom.
Up close, the pink clouds reminded me of cotton candy.
Around another corner, we discovered a bed of Yarrow growing around a curbside mailbox.
Imagine our surprise when we spotted a bed of Cactus — in flower — a few houses away. The owner, Helen, came running out and offered us a clipping, and then showed us the rest of her front yard garden. We made a promise to return again for a tour of the backyard — a new neighborly friend.
When we returned home, there was time to stop and smell the Lavender.
“Hello, and welcome to Name That Garden. The rules are simple. I will post a photo or two or three of a garden, and you have to guess where that garden is located. Margo, tell us what the people are playing for?”
“Well, Nitty Gritty, they’re certainly not playing for a car. But they will be playing for the fun and surprise of it!”
“That’s swell, Margo. Now, are you ready to play, everyone? Here is our first photo.”
“If you guessed C, then you are correct. This display is part of a local gas station that is located on a heavy-traffic intersection. Not only is it great to see a business doing its best to make the neighborhood look nicer, the waterfall is a welcome distraction as you sit in your car waiting for the light to change.”
“If you’d like to continue playing, click the ‘Continue Reading’ link below.”
This is not the post that I was planning for today. In fact, this is actually the post that I debated writing.
The truth is, I have a very difficult time with September 11. There is a large part of me that actually dreads the date, that wishes we could remove it from the calendar. And now, on the 10-year anniversary, that feeling has been doubled. Just talking about September 11, no matter when, brings tears to my eyes — and so I do my best to avoid it. I have stopped watching the news for the weekend. I do not want to see memorial services. I do not want to hear speeches. I do not want to relive the day through newly released video footage. Everything I need to know is in my mind.
A few years ago, a friend gave me a plaque with this inscription and a bag of muscari bulbs. I was struck, because I am by no means a holy roller, but I did hang the plaque on a wall in my potting shed. And each day when I worked in the shed, I stared at that nine-word phrase, and I gained a greater understanding of why I enjoy gardening. So, as my first post, I again look to that plaque as a starting point, because what better way to start than with a seed.
I love seeds. They come in all sizes and shapes, and each one holds so much promise of growth and color and bounty. My favorite part of winter is actually after Christmas, because that’s when the seed catalogs arrive. I spread everything, including myself, out on the living room floor, surrounded by pages and pages of color photographs and plant descriptions. I am like a child again studying the Sears and Penney’s Christmas catalogs. And after I go through the catalogs once, I start all over again. And let’s not forget about the free gifts. I would never purchase my own tomato seeds–but a free sample?? That’s a gift for me and for my father on Father’s Day. I make a wish list, and then edit it down to something that’s more manageable and realistic. In my head, I am a LAND owner. In reality, space and time are very real limitations. Continue reading →