This morning, just as the first shafts of sunlight reached our yard, I stepped out the backdoor and went Wow!
Normally, I don’t do this, however, for some reason, I had one of those Awe moments Herman Melville describes in Moby Dick. The Awe moment has to do with connecting with the Creator through his creation.
Although you can barely see them, because my camera doesn’t capture the detail, the beds are full of dozens of flowers of various shades of blue, violet, pink and magenta. The most obvious is the Clematis flower just outside the porch. The flowers in the grey pot on the lower left are pale yellow petunias, Calibrochoa, and others.
What appears white in the right middle ground are Lambs Ears or Stachys Byzantina (above), Mother Nature added this (it was in the front yard). Scattered throughout the garden are other natural transplants, Virginia Spider Wort or Tradescantia (a native plant John Tradescant carried to England) and violets, as well as the odd Peony or Iris I planted.
Mostly, the garden has gone wild. Below, some of the flowers I planted.
My heavy gardening days are behind me. The Horticulturist who helped me for a while moved away, and Troy, the brick guy who had been helping me before one thing or another interfered, can’t do much owing to his health issues, although he managed to hack the hedge this week while David mowed our little yard.
David and I have been doing a few tasks every day. Mostly, however, that consists of keeping pots watered, a task that grows more difficult when you both have muscle and skeletal issues. (The Doc confirmed David has Diabetes and his bones are thinning (Osteopenia). However, they are not life threatening, at least right away, but are part of the aging process.)
We’ve had 90+ degree weather this week, tossing us into summer overnight. Thus, we try to get our work done early in the day. I even managed to walk the dogs up the block. They are both crashed at this moment…they are older too.