The pansies that have been in the back porch planters since Easter weekend are doing so well that I may need to thin them out, so I dragged out the last, unused flower box and may be filling it tomorrow. Probably means another trip to the nursery, what a hardship!
Peter’s ailing holly tree appears to be responding to many inches of rain and last week’s heavy feeding of Hollytone. Hope reigns eternal.
The Fairy Rose, considered by serious horticulturalists to be an invasive species, is loaded with buds. Yesterday, I cut back a dozen or so errant, heavy branches that had no flowers.
The tiny shade garden has really “popped”: the wood generaniums purchased from a gardener last year are gorgeous, and the sweet woodruff has really taken hold.
The Bachelor’s Buttons are almost done, and I’ll miss their deep almost irridescent blue thistles.
As compensation, the irises have FIVE buds, and the Columbine are flourishing, especially the ones that get the most sun.
In the “romance garden”, the blue Fescue have established themselves nicely, the Montauk daisies are enormous, and the Campanula continue to provide abundant blossoms, along with the wild daisies.
I have hope for the single Lupine, one of six, that survived the winter.
Not much progress on the hydrangeas – maybe next year.