I’m talking about my peonies, of course. They are possibly my most eagerly anticipated garden bloom. I absolutely adore the deep rich pinks and fuschias and the amazing ruffles. They are just a very beautiful flower and, if I’m honest, I’m also really delighted that I have something this successful and pretty in my permanent garden. I have two new bushes this year, but they have yet to bloom.
Can’t you just see Georgia O’Keefe painting them?
We’ve had some intense weather since getting the garden in yesterday morning-high heat, bright sunshine, gentle rain, torrential downpours. Look what that effect had on the canteloupe seeds planted 36 hours ago:
Last year at the end of the summer I ordered on sale tomato ladders. When they arrived I stuck them in the garage, still in package, and left them there. How nice to forget about them and then remember just in time! In between rain I managed to get them all in around each of the tomato plants. I love the pop of red!
I had a visit with my mom this afternoon and greatly admired her garden. It’s very shady and lush-filled with columbines and bleeding hearts, and today with a special surprise…cicadas! I remember these guys from when I was a kid. Bright red eyes, transparent wings, flying around like helicopters, and all over the place. They were perched all over her hostas and other plants and had shed their skins on the astilbe.
Finally, another dress for Molly! This was actually supposed to be for a friend, but I don’t want to give it to her because I don’t think it’s nice enough. This white fabric was perfect in theory, but in reality was all fragile and shreddy and fraying, and it will likely fall apart. I tried out some new techniques-a cuffed sleeve and a Peter Pan collar.