Tuesday evening we got more than four inches of rain within about 30 minutes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much rain fall so fast. But it’s been a rainy June and the garden is almost too lush. I’ve thinned some of the hostas already and no one would know. The New Dawn climber is threatening to take over the fence. And, actually, I don’t care. I pruned the lilacs in hopes of getting more blooms next year and to give the climber some breathing room.
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.
Garden 337 