Bloggy Land is bursting with colorful posts of birds and flowers. My flowers are new, whimpy and uninteresting in their primitive state. On a drive to my son's house, I happened to spot the above established, slightly unkempt, and beautifully wild garden. I stopped to gaze and take a picture.
I had arrived at my son's and he was telling me about his friend who traveled in his job but rented out his house by the week during the summer. No intellectual biggie, just random conversation between Mother and son.
Next our conversation moved on to landscaping. I mentioned that I had stopped to look at a garden I liked and described it. Son asked, "Was the house yellow?" I didn't know because I wasn't looking at the house but I said I had snapped a picture as I dug my camera out of my purse. Sure and behold, it was his friend's house. All I could think of was, the lucky people renting the house for a week and discovering the garden as a beautiful, bountiful bonus.
Back at my house. I studied my newly planted lonely single plants and knew it would take years to reach that wild leonine look I wanted. Is there time to grow a garden? I'm not foolish enough to grow a tree but perhaps a few more seasons of flowers is not unreasonable.
This is a part of my rock garden area. Still lots of vacant space for planting.
Thankfully I planted these peonies when I first bought the house. What a delight.
I hope all my bloggy friends are enjoying the summer, birds and their gardens BUT now, as Voltaire said, "We can all go out and cultivate our gardens."