Year after year, the buttercups appear in the fields and wild edges. One might imagine it would seem common place after a while, and yet, when I spied the first one two or three days I ago, I exclaimed aloud "A buttercup!" and I felt that spark of happiness one feels upon meeting an old friend. The buttercups blooming in the creek bed are sturdy guys and gals (who can tell?) with hefty stalks and extra large blossoms.
My sensation lilac has bloomed for the first time, with snapdragons blooming cheerily beneath it. The new section of the garden is coming along. Yesterday, I transplanted some dark purple iris which weren't blooming in their old location. It has become to shady, I believe. I moved a few small lavender plants that were becoming too crowded, as an edge to the new garden. I think it will be beautiful when it fills in. What a pleasure it was to move it, with a lavender aroma wafting up into the air mingled with the fragrance of the lemon thyme that I scooched over to get to the lavender. My hands were dirty at the end of the afternoon, but they smelled good!
My sensation lilac has bloomed for the first time, with snapdragons blooming cheerily beneath it. The new section of the garden is coming along. Yesterday, I transplanted some dark purple iris which weren't blooming in their old location. It has become to shady, I believe. I moved a few small lavender plants that were becoming too crowded, as an edge to the new garden. I think it will be beautiful when it fills in. What a pleasure it was to move it, with a lavender aroma wafting up into the air mingled with the fragrance of the lemon thyme that I scooched over to get to the lavender. My hands were dirty at the end of the afternoon, but they smelled good!