Well, we’re not in July anymore. The day lilies are all but done. The hydrangeas are darkening. And the anemones are beginning to bloom. A friend did some phantom gardening in the secret garden a couple years ago. He plunked two little bits of anemone, one pink, the other white. This is the first year they have bloomed. The pink ones are in a sunnier part of the garden, so they have come on first.
I haven’t always been a gardener, but I have always loved gardens. It has taken 16 years to get my gardens into the shape they are today. And, I’ve had help. I’m 74 years old, have rheumatoid arthritis, and had a late stage cancer six years ago. I am, though, intrepid. I’m the kind of person who plods along, tailoring my goals as I go. Last November I had a long overdue knee replacement surgery and I’m hoping this spring, summer, and fall will be able to maintain and find even more joy working in all of my garden beds. Full disclosure, though. I have a garden guy who comes once a week to work in my gardens.