I spent a year away from my garden and my blog, focusing instead on endometrial cancer. That explains my bald head. I can’t say that i sailed through chemo and radiation, but I made the best of things. I was through with treatment and eager to get back into a life that didn’t involve toxic drugs, radiation, and endless doctors’ appointments But I needed one more procedure. In March I lost my gallbladder because there was a slim chance there was a cancerous polyp hiding in there. But, there was no cancer. And now I’m suffering from the lack of a gallbladder.
Nothing is going to keep me from enjoying my garden this summer.
There isn’t much blooming yet, but the garden is full of green anticipation. At the moment everything that blooms is pink.
What I love about the hellebore here is that it gets darker and “moodier” as it ages. A friend gave me this little beauty and it sits right outside my back door.
And, I cannot resist falling in love with my pink bleeding hearts. This one outside my back door is always ahead of the one planted in a lush corner of the Secret Garden.
My garden friend saw this redbud at a garden center, borrowed a truck, and now I have a lovely redbud that will give my hydrangeas some desperately needed shade. Someday.
Ok. It’s a cheesy title. But, everything that is blooming right now is pink. The most prominent of today’s blooms are the globe allium. The two year olds are the most dramatic, and I’m hoping the allium that I planted last fall will be as tall next year. Or, I’ll know I bought the wrong variety. Always thankful for May Dreams Gardens for this meme.
What a frustrating day! I should be in Minneapolis enjoying the camaraderie of fellow bloggers and some amazing gardens. But, I’m stuck in Chicago because of travel problems. I can’t blame the airlines, though. I missed my flight, and tried to get to Minneapolis on standby via Chicago. As it turns out, I just can’t get a break on flights out of Chicago. So, I’m staying in my niece’s apartment in the loop and hoping my luggage gets to me. Unlike me, my luggage is in Minneapolis.
But the garden is in full bloom even though I’m a little bit wilted
All winter I dream of June and green foliage, garden centers, freshly unfurled hostas, and deep red poppies. I dream of lilacs and budded hydrangeas, of marigold flats and petunia pots, of warm days and evening rains.
And, now I’m here. In June. The heat hasn’t yet squatted on the gardens. The peonies are blooming, nodding now under the weight of heavy blooms and last night’s rains. Winter’s toll has been tallied, mourned, and ultimately dismissed. There will always be more plants. The marigolds are in the ground and the petunia pots are nestled in their more attractive garden pots. And all the bees have awakened. It is late spring when the days are almost as long as they will be and house sparrows chitter in the bird house.
This June brings a few surprises. One is the mock orange. It’s never kicked out very many bloom, but that may have been because the McFarlane lilacs I planted with it bullied MO into a dark corner. Last summer the lilacs got a good pruning.
And MO is now covered in blooms. I planted it for its scent, but the lilacs still give off a headier perfume than MO. Mock Orange (Philadephus) was brought to European gardens from the Ottoman Empire in the 1500’s. It is often used in park plantings because it is such a reliable bloomer and some species are very fragrant. Unfortunately, mine is a less fragrant variety. I assumed all MO’s were heavily scented so I didn’t pay attention to the species I purchased. And, I vaguely recall I bought it late in the season when everything was on sale, so the price was more intoxicating than the fragrance turned out to be.
Another surprise wasn’t so much a surprise as it was a fruitful anticipation. A year ago I attended the Garden Bloggers’ Fling in Toronto and saw so many gardens with tall allium growing. Some of the gardens were formal and understated. Others were free flowing narratives of color and texture. But most had tall allium. I knew I wanted to see those beautiful globes of tiny flowers in my gardens, so I ordered a number of varieties online. But the giant allium were the most spectacular. I know I want more of them!