While I was out snapping pictures of the garden with my iPhone, my fidgety fingers accidentally shot a few surprises, because, oops, I left it in camera mode….. but this tells the story. Gray skies about to make another delivery.
Its either feast or famine. Early spring I was hauling hoses everywhere to deliver a drink to the parched. Now on the brink of summer, rubber boots are in order to cross the swampy yard.
At dawn, I was out cutting roses before the next deluge. I have never had so many blossoms. The abundant rainfall of May and June, 2013, will be noted in the width of the tree rings someday. There is no doubt that the plants love this weather.
Only a week ago the garden had a lot of admirers. 
Don’t the lupin look pretty? In Vermont, where I first fell in love with them, they self sow in the cool, wet meadows. It is amazing wadding through the fields waist deep in these lovelies.
The Campanula ‘Waterfall’ is a bed of blue stars, defying the soaking rain.
The wet veg. garden continues to supply us with abundant lettuces and sorrel, but its scary to think of the fungal problems I’m bound to reckon with on the squash and tomatoes.These hot pink flowers bring some needed zing on a cold wet day.
Me and my girl are looking skyward, waiting for this gloomy weather to pass. Hello Summer…… are you coming soon?
The stream is a living sculpture. It invites you down the canyon over criss-crossing bridges, while the various notes of cascading water rush past boulders and trickle through gentle rivulets, creating a soothing melody…a gentle soundtrack that eases you into the the amphitheater of delights below.
The water pools into a circular river that surrounds an island garden, creating a maze of tightly pruned azalea.
We have had the most extraordinary stretch of spring weather… Deep blue skies, warm sunshine, cold nights, and absolutely no rain to fortify all the tender plants expending so much energy to push out their new leaves and flowers.
But it has been a lovely long Spring, hasn’t it! Look at this Magnolia blossom opening like an offering…..
There is just so much to drink in, and give thanks for. Yet, all this opulence and transcendent beauty is fleeting. Here it looks like a persian carpet on the ground. Tomorrow it will be swept away by the wind.
This dahlia is called Red Pigmy and I’m growing it for a competition in the Fall so it is planted in a pot where I can watch its growth more closely. These dahlias came from 
I purchased this package of dahlias from my local nursery. They have been shipped from the Netherlands and are eagerly growing while still sealed in a plastic bag. At the top right corner of the bag, you can see the white sprout has pierced the packaging.
