Garden 337

A cottage garden in an urban setting

Smoothing into June

New furniture for the entrance garden. The Panas in the foreground will soon be gone.

The week began with my annual garden center crawl with a friend.  I bought baskets and flats and almost enough catmint to fill a small bed in the front garden.  The Strawberry Candy daylilies are gone.  And as soon as they stop blooming, I’m going to pull out the Pana Rhododendrons.  They have never done well in that bed and after 7 summers, it’s time to call them quits.  A good friend suggested Walker’s Low catmint around the perimeter and something taller in the center.  I think this summer it will be cannas.  That will buy some time to think about something more permanent.  Or not.  I can see yellow cannas and blue catmint there.  And,  this is the bed where the cat statue stands.

Cheddar pinks in bloom in the Secret Garden

A number of things are blooming this week: Poppies, cheddar pinks, peonies.  And, the James MacFarlane Lilacs.


Gosh, but it’s been a busy week. And today has been a very long one.  I was up at 6 a.m. to prepare for the Fulton Street Market.  Cookies and Hostas did well, but, more importantly, I had fun.  People seem to like the cookies, but I think the camaraderie amongst the vendors is what really gives the market such a good vibe.  The Pita Stop cart was there.  They make the best falafal sandwiches.  At mid-morning a musician set up and played.  She was a real hit with the pre-school children who came with their parents, often making up the lyrics to songs the children requested.  One notable selection was the Ironman theme song.  She didn’t know the words, so invented words for the pink tutu-ed little girl who requested the song.  Perhaps the most touching moment was when a cognitively impaired woman requested “You Are My Sunshine” and then sang along as best she could.  She raised her hands over her head and wiggled to the rhythm of the song.  It was wonderful!



About Me

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.


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