This morning I was lucky -- I happened to catch a glimpse of something exciting through the kitchen window...
Somehow I've developed a small hydrangea collection. If you're a hydrangea lover, maybe you shouldn't get excited, as "collection" may be too strong a word -- I've only got four of these flowering shrubs in my garden.
It rained again this weekend (I'll gladly give up some weekend garden time if this continues throughout the summer!) so I was just poking around with my camera when I heard a few barred owls calling down the street.
I've had a Sago palm growing in a pot for a few years. It's a plant I have a love/hate relationship with: I love the way it looks and how undemanding it is, but I hate how prickly its leaves are. Having to overwinter it indoors can be quite painful, especially as it gets larger.
A plant that is relatively new to my garden, arriving as a gift from another local gardener two summers ago is feverfew, Tanacetum parthenium.
The pond is teeming with life. I'm getting so little done in the garden now, because every time I pass by the water I have to stop "just for a second" to see what's going on.
Like most (all?) gardeners I see "volunteer" plants pop up in my yard every year. I'm not talking about "weed" plants, but the unique and possibly worthwhile plants that appear out of nowhere. A couple of years ago lemon balm appeared in my garden. Dogbane did too.
This won't be a happy post. The other day my morning was interrupted by a loud "thud" against the window. It wasn't the familiar thump of mourning doves bouncing off the bedroom window and flying away slightly more confused than they were before (these don't seem like very intelligent birds to me). No, it was a much more distressing sound than that.
This weekend I went to pick up the Sweet Summer Love Clematis I ordered a couple of months ago, and while I was at the nursery (Sugar Creek Gardens) I couldn't resist buying a few more plants.
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