Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
May Sarton
My garden had a good run this year— enough rain and sun to keep the flowers blooming and the bugs and powdery mildew at bay. The quackgrass had a good summer as well. I'm constantly fighting the invasion but nothing gives me greater satisfaction than pulling a piece of grass and getting ALL the root with it. Immediate gratification.
Hydrangea, Echinacea and roses— the backbone of my garden. I wonder if they know how much I appreciate their stalwart display of flowers and foliage each summer?
One of my Love and Peace roses. I planted four bushes when we bought the house 5 years ago and they've survived every winter and bloomed like champions every summer.
The dogs were in the garden with me. Running through the garden (George), chasing butterflies (Gus), relaxing (Henry) or digging (Seamus). I was taking a picture of the hydrangea and felt a slimy tennis ball drop in my lap. I turned around and saw this face. I think he was smiling.
