The Royal Sunset lilies are lacking their usual lush splendor, but at least they bloomed. There was a cow with two calfs this year who simply delighted in tromping all over the rock garden and taste testing everything in reach. All three of the Thunderhead sedum in the Duchess’s garden came back. And the Songbird…
Finally, the monkshood are in full bloom, in good time to show up as a backdrop to that glorious Red Rocket barberry. And the Queen of the Prairie made it into bloom just under the fall wire.
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.
