#inmygarden
The Rock Garden The Duchess’s Garden Meanwhile, inside the kitchen window… But it was a good little producer while it lasted!
In spite of an average four days of rain for every one of sun and the this year incessant interest from the moose (I chased off a cow and two calves with my car a couple of days ago), #inmygarden 2026 is not a total loss.
In spite of the rain that fell straight through the Fourth of July weekend…
I was weeding yesterday and the worst news is the death of six of the seven geranium magnificums and two of the four red rocket barberrys, among other losses. But the good news is that much of the garden survived the record low temperatures with no insulating snowpack of this horrible winter and interminably windy,…
Yeah. It’s been a spring. Which got here just in time for summer. Vide: The whole yard is hunched down against the ground, whimpering. I can hear all the flowers saying, “Really? It’s not going to drop below freezing again? You’re sure? You’re really, really sure?”
It has been a long, cold, very windy winter, which has turned into a long, cold, windy spring, if indeed spring is ever going to come. April 26th, one brave bud of rhubarb, one insanely optimistic Himalayan poppy peeking up. May 8th. Left, more rhubarb buds, but still only buds. Right, now there are two…
I wasn’t going to post any more photos from #inmygarden, but I was confounded by the garden itself.
This will be the last of the #inmygarden posts for the year. The lilacs still look like they have mange… …and the Geranium magnificum and the euphorbia have gone all leggy and droopy, probably in part because of the one-after-the-other fall storms that have started to blow in off the Gulf of Alaska… …but the…
I was hoping Mr. Walter Faxon would bloom while the firewitch were still going strong! The middle shot is a close up for your viewing pleasure. And of course the daylily, which started out as one plant, a gift from Rita Jo, and then got so big it had to be divided and now has…