It’s that time of year again, when I scroll back through the #inmygarden photos from the previous year, while agonizing over the lack of insulating snow and wondering if I’ll see any of these blooms ever again. A garden is a lovesome thing, god wot.
From the Duchess’s Garden (named for the Duchess de Nemours peony that occasionally deigns to flower in it), last year was the first time this bulb ever bloomed. It was in fact planted so long ago that I have forgotten what it is, and I can’t find the plant tag. Not a daffodil. A jonquil, perhaps? Let me know in the comments below.
Also in the Duchess’s Garden, 2024 was a banner year for my Himalayan poppies. The most gorgeous blue #inmygarden. I’m planting more this year if I can find any for sale.
And also in the Duchess’s Garden, a Walter Faxon peony drooping seductively over a riot of firewitch dianthus. Four or so winters ago it snowed and then rained and then froze and stayed that way long enough to wipe out gardens all over Homer. All my dianthus died and I was ready to lay down and die right next to it. But I replanted and it came back. There is nothing shy and retiring about firewitch, that magenta is almost neon. I do love it so.