Here is a secret that gardeners don't necessarily like to share:
they HATE to leave their gardens in the summer.
While I am excited about seeing friends in Ontario, Norman Rockwell and Edith Wharton in Massachusetts, I am sick about leaving my garden.
You see, I could miss something...
The peonies to the right of the walkway are just winding down. Who else is going to tell them how spectacular they are?
What about deadheading the roses?
For the first time in 6 years, the mock orange actually has a small amount of blossoms on it. We have to encourage it to keep going...
The flowers along the driveway are starting to put on a show..
And in the backyard, the Astilbe is as lacy as the lovely cardigan that Knityarns just designed..
The Stella d'oro lilies are blooming everywhere:
One of my little gardens has gone all Frances Hodgsen on me:
The bee balm is just beginning to change colour. Soon it will be the pole dancer of my gardens, all red and flashy and every bee and hummingbird from miles around will be supping there...
And I have brought the first bunch of lavender in to dry..
Yes, it is a busy, busy time in the garden. While I am gone I will fret that my children will NOT remember to water the pots and the tomatoes and the hanging baskets. I will worry that no one will tell Butch how amazing he is or tell that Sweet William to keep going or encourage the Rosa Rugosas.
It is hard to be a gardener. You wait all year long to plant and to sit outside and most of all, to just gaze...
It changes day by day, minute by minute. This year, I have had so much time to just wander around and give it pretty compliments and tear out the odd weed.
I expect to have nothing less than a fabulous time on my trip. But a little piece of me will be back here, plucking the roses, trimming and weeding..
How about you - do you ever hate to leave your garden?
Have a wonderful day - and stay safe out there!
they HATE to leave their gardens in the summer.
While I am excited about seeing friends in Ontario, Norman Rockwell and Edith Wharton in Massachusetts, I am sick about leaving my garden.
You see, I could miss something...
The peonies to the right of the walkway are just winding down. Who else is going to tell them how spectacular they are?
What about deadheading the roses?
For the first time in 6 years, the mock orange actually has a small amount of blossoms on it. We have to encourage it to keep going...
The flowers along the driveway are starting to put on a show..
And in the backyard, the Astilbe is as lacy as the lovely cardigan that Knityarns just designed..
The Stella d'oro lilies are blooming everywhere:
One of my little gardens has gone all Frances Hodgsen on me:
The bee balm is just beginning to change colour. Soon it will be the pole dancer of my gardens, all red and flashy and every bee and hummingbird from miles around will be supping there...
And I have brought the first bunch of lavender in to dry..
Yes, it is a busy, busy time in the garden. While I am gone I will fret that my children will NOT remember to water the pots and the tomatoes and the hanging baskets. I will worry that no one will tell Butch how amazing he is or tell that Sweet William to keep going or encourage the Rosa Rugosas.
It is hard to be a gardener. You wait all year long to plant and to sit outside and most of all, to just gaze...
It changes day by day, minute by minute. This year, I have had so much time to just wander around and give it pretty compliments and tear out the odd weed.
I expect to have nothing less than a fabulous time on my trip. But a little piece of me will be back here, plucking the roses, trimming and weeding..
How about you - do you ever hate to leave your garden?
Have a wonderful day - and stay safe out there!
