Saturday, June 08, 2013

June 7th, 2013

A stroll in the garden on a lovely summery June day.....

The Blaze Climber, which is thriving so beautifully it threatens to take the shed wall
it grows against and run away down the lane!

Columbines from the garden on the hill

I should really have been more circumspect and taken the time to deadhead these
lovely roses before asking them to pose for a photo

This lemony yellow Iris is loaded with blooms and just seems to keep
adding sunshine to the back garden

while the delphinium from the old garden have reverted to white
and probably have ambitions to reach the roof top, they are
growing so straight and tall
The Abraham Darby, fragrant and my favourite

A nice clutch of lettuce for salads

and the gorgeous floxglove

a Mister Lincoln rose
and that lovely apricot Iris with the furry tongue

a pot of herbs

and more foxgloves with the pots that line the front sidewalk

the Heliotrope and the pinks make brushing by this pot a delight

a sunny welcome at the front steps

and the Blaze at the end of the side bed


A peony that hides behind the roses (above)
the new, tiny clematis along the back fence

at this stage of the game the delphinium look very fragile and fairylike

and over it all a blue sky and summer clouds...
I have much to be thankful for!


The Weaver of Grass said...

What a magnificent tour of your garden Hildred. I too love that Abraham Derby (not least because for many years I lived close to where he was born and worked) and can almost smell it from here. I have lots of columbine - we call them either dancing fairies or grandmother's bonnets, depending upon how long their spurs are.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Oh Hildred, your garden takes my breath away! Absolutely perfect in every way. The only thing that could possibly improve the post would be if I could smell the flowers from here!)

Hildred said...

Pat. - great name for the Columbine,- I rather like the grandmother's bonnets. Our children have wonderful memories of enjoying the sweetness of the spurs.

Wish I could distill the perfume, Sallie, - I would just send it winging your way.