The neighborhood is quiet (everyone sleeping in, I suppose) and my garden beckons me.
Grab a coat this time, it has turned cold this week. I mean fah-reezing.
Literally, 32 degrees. I can prove it.
One of my San Romano tomatoes just curled up her edges and will now need a bit of a trimming.
Poor thing. The other, not three feet away looks fine, but my Basil just completely gave up the ghost and I will have to replant.
I have extra Basil tucked away in the greenhouse, just in case of such an occurrence. We are in the mountains and cold can strike even in June, and I gotta have my basil come Fall.
I make the best Pesto.
It is my taste of summer throughout the winter months.
Do you have your coffee or tea? Wrap your hands around the warm mug to keep your hands warm and we will see what has bloomed.
Can you smell the faint hint of wood smoke in the air? The campers up at Big Trees State Park must be enjoying a cozy camp fire on a chilly morning.
Beverly Sills. This is my only Pink iris. I think I need to add more pink.
This guy below is not as flashy as some but the colors are subtle and interesting.
I honestly used to know all the names of my Iris and I had a map drawn of where everything was.
I kept it in my desk drawer to refer to when I forgot plant names but when we moved for a year and then moved back I just tossed my beloved plants, bulbs and corms in the ground without rhyme or reason.
I was in a hurry.
Dutch Iris in blue, I had some called Tigers Eye that was striking but it has not come back.
A friend gave me this one, it is smaller than the Bearded Iris but quite lovely.
I call this one Lemon Chiffon.
Not because of its color, but because of its scent, it smells faintly of Lemon Chiffon pie.
I came in the ‘scented’ collection I bought from Schreiners.
Icy Blue
Elise’
There is an iris just to the left of this one, it is called Starship Enterprise. It is my favorite one of all, it is just starting to open so be sure to come back to see it. I am sure it will be ready to photograph tomorrow morning.
I must not forget Josephine..one of my clematis, she has been putting on a show herself. She is close in coloration to Nelly Moser but just slightly a darker hue of pink.
My cup is empty, time to get a refill.
I am going to sit in the garden and just enjoy the quiet of the morning, sip my coffee and dream of where I want to move what plant, what I would like to add or take away.
Half the fun of a garden is changing it around.
The other half is being surprised in Spring by what comes up because through the long winter months, buried beneath all the snow, you forget what you have done.
Enjoy this long, fun weekend. I know I am.
Come on back, I will be sure to share Starship.
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