Next we check out the garden...me with coffee in hand and
her with her sniffer in high gear. The primroses are about finished, but the
pansies and impatiens have taken their space. I have one of those late "lilacs"
blooming now...they sure look the same but I don't like their scent. Word has it
that there's a new type available...that blooms all summer...like the "endless
summer" hydrangeas that really do bloom again and again. I'll believe it when I see it...and smell it.
The foxgloves are really tall and beautiful this year, which
is surprising. They seed themselves, and sometimes appear but usually don't.
The Iris are in full glorious bloom...my friend Mark loves the "Steeler"
variety...gold and nearly black. I love the sky blue and white ones. My big old
crepe myrtle died suddenly a few years ago, but now I see shoots coming up from
the old roots.
My garden is a series of winding paths, and what I see
blooming around each corner even surprises me. There's something about walking
through a garden rather that looking at it that has always been my favorite way
to experience these wonderful havens of nature. I end up on my old stone bench
where noone can see me, while Woof sits beside me in the cool grass path and we talk
about all the things we ought to get started on for the day. Most of the time
she convinces me to just sit there for a little while longer. Her idea is not to
sit there and think...but just to sit there.
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