Life continues to slap me up alongside my head, so I was pleased when Sunday’s forecast for rain did not happen; instead here in north western Washington we had some clouds overhead in the morning but the afternoon was sunny with enough of a breeze to keep the flies off. As I was straightening up my bedroom I kept catching floral scents as the wind puffed through the open window and so I grabbed my book and went out to sit on the deck and read.
I have been creating a new garden since I moved back to civilization, and today was definitely payback for my efforts. My roses are beginning their first flush, I have mostly David Austin’s English roses and they are famous for their intoxicating old rose fragrance. My dianthuses, in all their forms are blooming with a spicy carnation-like scent, and for the first time in my life my peonies are flaunting their blossoms and perfuming the air. As the sun lowered in the sky I gazed around my deck at all the different colors and textures, glossy rose leaves alongside spiky snapdragons with pansies in every color combination imaginable at their feet, the dark dahlias pushing forth buds, the herbs around the fountain adding to the perfume. As my attentions switched from my book to the garden and back again suddenly it was feeding time for the hummingbirds. Brrr . . . chit chit . . . brrr, mostly Ruby Throated but a couple I didn’t recognize as well were hovering over my head before landing on the feeders and drinking. There was a couple who also ate from the flowers on my sage.
All in all it was a delightful way to pass the time, and I finished my book, which turned out to be a wonderful tale as well.
So, how does your garden grow?
I just broke one of my favorite drinking glasses - I’m now down to 3. I started out with 12 over 20 years ago, and one by one, they’ve failed me.
I don’t think we’ll even need to take a vote. I’m sure all the Mumpers will agree.