It is raining today, so I am not out poking in the garden. Thus, I have no pictures from today. I hope it clears up, because the ranunculus are just begging to be photographed. I don’t know why I didn’t get to them yesterday. I suppose I was sidetracked by the 7.5 trillion weeds coming up everywhere. I think I got a little ahead of myself on the amount of garden space I could handle!
I have signs of non-weeds coming up, too - baptisia, monarda, coneflowers. A couple of peony tips are showing. I planted the 25 mixed yellow daylilies that arrived from White Flower Farm yesterday. We built a garage last summer, and the hill behind it is barren and tends to slide. I’m jamming that and the area to the side of the garage with daylilies, iris, daffodils, ajuga, and confederate jasmine to try to stabilize it. I hope all this will take, as I am working with pure sand:
I snapped a few shots of the front woodland bed, where some mini daffs have come up: canaliculatis (white) and simplex (yellow). These are tiny tiny tiny, with flowers smaller than an inch, and only standing a few inches tall. I know now that the ones I dug from the homesite could not have been simplex, as they were roughly a foot high.
Those daffodils are darling! What a nice little splash of color.
The picture of your sand reminded me of an exhibition I went to once in the Heywood Gallery in London.
A family of artists had a system of throwing a dart randomly at a world map.
Then, they travelled to that precise spot and made detailed sculptures of the ground.
There were front paths, roads, ocean floors – and mud.
Sometimes, it was sometimes dangerous work for them.
But always interesting for us – seeing the ‘ground’ lifted up on its side and hung on a wall.
One looked at it all quite differently.
Esther Montgomery
ESTHER IN THE GARDEN
p.s. (Found you through Blotanical.)