It's been wet, wet, wet out in the garden. Saves me the hassle of the hose though it has also kept me from getting to savor June's bounty.
Luckily I was able to take a quick ramble this morning before the next set of showers began. I was rewarded with this . . .
Oh hydrangea! . . . every year you remind me just why I consider you my favorite flower . . .
Not only do your blooms make the most luscious bouquets and elegant dried flowers, but you also know how much I adore the romantic colors you come up with each year . . .
Can you believe all these colors are on one bush? I get a little bit of everything, and for a girl who has a hard time making up her mind, I consider this flowering perfection.
For now I will enjoy all the slight variation of pastels these beauties offer and later on down the road, they will shift to pale green and then a rustic pinky-red in the fall.
The veggie garden is finally taking off . . . need to get some harvesting done.
And in another week or so the trumpet vine will burst into bloom and frame this arch with orange.
On the other side of the garden a sea of yellow creates a cheery view from the kitchen. The daisies are also just beginning to appear- they'll bloom straight into November if the weather stays mild.
And here, along the back alley, draped over the garage roof are the wild climbing roses all mixed into the laurel that grows along it's side. I see this sight every time I'm about to park the car. It's like my own secret English garden- wild and romantic. I see this and my mind races to crumbling stone walls smothered in old-fashioned roses, heavy with fragrance. It really doesn't take much to bring delight!
Well, it's time to pull myself away from the garden and out toward the car . . . I'm off to spend a week in Seattle with family while the Husband holds down the fort here. I'm just hoping he'll remember all the spots that need watering if the sun finally shines forth. Fingers crossed and off I go! Have a lovely week. . .