There is so much beauty, drama, mystery and challenges in my garden, that the world fades to the distance.
The wisteria planted three years ago has just created her first magnificent and fragrant purple flower. My husband Steve and I also built a third section of a rustic arch to accommodate her. The hummingbirds, phoebes, tit mice and other birds instantly started perching on the tips of the arch.
Every day there are subtle and not so subtle changes, growth, blossoming, loss, and renewal.
The weather has been without too much humidity and in the 70’s and 80’s, perfect temperature for working 12 hours or a more a day in the gardens, doing the heavy work that the heat would make impossible.
Flowering white and purple foxgloves appear in unexpected places, making me pause in amazement. Three tall white ones caught my eye in the light of the setting sun. They were to the left of my garage, at the edge of the woods.
Hundreds of milkweed blossoms are about to open. The first one in the meadow is leading the way, its clustered bloom opened this morning, releasing a sweet and intoxicating fragrance. Soon, the others will follow, releasing their aroma embracing me as I walk around.