HAPPY CANADA DAY to all our dear friends across the northern border!
I spent time in the gazebo yesterday rearranging hydrangeas early in the
day. . . . . .before the oppressive 95 degrees arrived along with distant storm
clouds, and rumbling thunder. These days are far from my favorites - the older
I get the less I enjoy the summer months.
If I lived in a cooler climate, with no biting bugs and the need to coat myself in
insect repellent prior to stepping out the door, nights that cooled down, where
flowers could survive more than a day, picnics perfect, the ocean refreshing,
summertime would still be embraced as it was in my childhood days in England.
The beautiful shades of blue have faded so quickly now.
We left for Ireland when they were just opening HERE, returned to find them stunning
in deep shades of blue. Neighbors stopped to gasp and comment on their loveliness,
and now, just two weeks later, hardly a touch a blue remains and we're into soft
greens, greys, and a touch of dusty rose.
Not complaining, they are still so lovely and I have cut many (always early in the
morning before the heat causes drooping) and have vases placed around the house.
Some I hope will dry out and can be used in autumn and winter when there's very
little to cut in the garden.
Gardens change. . . . . . . . gardening continues!