Over the years I have noticed that at certain times the garden seems to be saturated with one color. When fall comes and the place is inundated with goldenrod, zinnias, wild sunflowers, and other gold flowers, it seems the whole world is dressed in yellow. Similarly, there seem to be times when everything is pink, or red. There are actually gardeners who plan, design and achieve entire gardens that sport one color all year long. I have never had the discipline to achieve such unification, although whenever I have come across it in other places I have admired the effect.
In my garden I have noticed that there is a “Blue Period” that happens after the daffodils have wound down and before the irises get going. It is when the ajuga and the wood hyacinths are in the ascendant.
Well, this year the Blue Period lasted about two minutes, and then the poppies started up.
The irises, not to be outdone, have thrown themselves into action.
If I didn’t suffer from “Rainbow-itis”, I could certainly have managed to extend the Blue Period longer by not planting so many colors of irises. There are lots of beautiful blue ones. You can see that the peonies are not far behind them. They’ll be out soon too.
In the back gardens, I turned my back on the clematis and they went berserk.
The strawberries have set fruit.
Over in the Rock Garden, the dianthus are just winding up for their display. They are accompanied by the candytuft, snow in summer, and gold alyssum.
Have you noticed anything in all these latest photos? No? Here, let me make it more clear.
Still don’t get it, not quite?
Oh! Now You See, don’t you? Yes. The neighbor’s maple thinks the weather is just fine and has gifted me with about eleventy gazillion presents. I realize that the Norwegian Silver Maple is a lovely shade tree, grows fast and all that, but methinks it is just a source of weed seeds. Actually, the spectacle of my gardens bedizened with all this fertility is making me blue, just a little. Like I don’t have enough to do without weeding nine gazillion baby maples out of my gardens, because I figure that maybe two gazillion won’t sprout.
I actually found myself wondering what would happen if I got out the shop vacuum and applied it to the rock garden. I may just go out and see.
There’s never quite enough to do around here.