A short post for you this Friday morning.
Moving day is drawing near and we are experiencing our final summer here at Elizabeth. And that means that it’s the final year of my first ever solo garden experiment. If you’ve been following along, you’ll know it hasn’t exactly gone as planned, but I have reaped some benefits. My delphiniums, the only plant I have ever successfully grown from seed, have survived the construction crew burying them in tree branches and should be in full bloom by the Pie’s birthday (they are his birth flower after all). The irises my mother sent me that have been churning out bulbs for almost thirty years are finally blooming, as is the accidental wild rose bush I found out back one year and cut entirely down by mistake (the fact that it only started to bloom after I cut it to the ground tells me I did something right).
And the peonies that I rescued and have been coddling for years are having a bountiful year. Instead of the usual one or two blooms I now have over a dozen (before you pooh-pooh that, remember this is Newfoundland and my backyard is 100% shade). So I figured I’d cut some down (before they fell) and haul them inside to enjoy, together with a few of the roses trampled by construction workers, and a sprig or two of the noxious weeds that strangle the rest of my flower beds (may or may not be, or related to, Queen Anne’s Lace — jury is still out and I don’t really care). I may have packed all my vases, but a travel mug does in a pinch. Happy summer!