Come, come, come to the garden!

Hello again,

It's a beautiful June day, the perfect day for a walk in the garden and having you along makes it even more perfect, for you know what I always say - sharing doubles the joy!  I was busy this morning planting lamb's ears and dusty miller to keep my spirea and viburnums company.

 These plants are situated in front of our barn.  They are joined by evergreen trees, very old honeysuckle bushes and a red maple.  I thought the greenery needed something, and adding white plants seemed to be just the thing in order to create a little interest, but  still keep the  peace.  What do you think?

It's  hard to capture the whole area in a snapshot while at the same time being close enough  to focus on the small white plants, but perhaps you get the idea.

I just love lamb's ears, don't you?

Lamb's ears are also known as Wooly Betony.  I remember this plant in my father's garden.

My father was a fantastic gardener.  Maybe that's because he grew up on a farm.  His family's  farm was in Pennsylvania.  I would be in heaven if my father were here with me these days, working  side by side with me in my garden.  I know my father would  love all my land for he would never run out of projects just as I don't, and he'd love my barn - for it would remind him of his childhood days on his family's farm.   I would love  my father's expertise and help, for some days I don't know what to tackle first and I have so much to learn.  But my dad doesn't need to be with me in my garden to feel like he's in heaven,  because he's  already in heaven, the real heaven, so now he can only join me in spirit, but I'll take that.  It's better than nothing.

You see, in Dad's last years, when he was in the nursing home suffering from Altzheimer's disease, he stopped speaking except to say the phrase "that's a big one".  Those words made no sense at the time, but now whenever  I'm working in my garden and I chop into a big root or see a big mushroom I'll say "That's a Big One!" and I have the distinct feeling my Dad is with me. This makes me very happy.  It's good to be a spiritual person.  It really is!

Well, let's move along.  I'd like to show you my herb garden.  It's just a few steps away,  but here's a view of it from one of the upstairs windows.

[caption id="attachment_1737" align="aligncenter" width="300"] The herb garden[/caption]In this next picture you can see where it is in relation to the plantings I just showed you in front of the barn.

You may have noticed there's a design going on in the herb garden - mini and larger boxwood mixed with roses and spruce.  In the center is a dwarf Japanese Willow that is in much need of pruning.  We'll get to that one of these days.

[caption id="attachment_1757" align="aligncenter" width="300"] A close up of the Willow's very white leaves[/caption]

The leaves of the Willow will turn green as the Summer wears on, but aren't its white leaves enchanting?  I fell in love with this type of  tree when I first discovered it in a friend's garden.

At the base of the tree are large rectangular stones set like the spokes of a wheel.  In between those spokes I planted thyme..

[caption id="attachment_1747" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Thyme[/caption]

  In each indentation of boxwood a different herb is planted.

[caption id="attachment_1755" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Here you see Lavender amidst  a bit of the boxwood, spruce and roses[/caption]

It's early in the season so all the herbs are still rather small, but in this sunny spot they will flourish. Here's what my herb garden contains:  Basil, Lavender, Rosemary, Tarragon, Marjoram, Mint, Summer Savory, Sage, Fennel, Thyme and Chives.

This is a view of the herb garden as if you were walking up to it.

The Willow tree doesn't seem very large in this picture, but after a few years growth it is now about 20 feet tall -   Yet compared to the old trees of the Secret garden set behind it, the Willow seems very small indeed.

[caption id="attachment_1796" align="aligncenter" width="225"] See what I mean?[/caption]

When we moved to this property a few years ago the circle contained a very old and sick apple tree.  Around it were a jumble (and I mean a JUMBLE of perennials and weeds).  This circle was a project and a half!  We added bulbs for Springtime and lights for night time.  Now just to keep it weeded.

I grow other herbs in my patio garden.  I'll show you that area another day, but now  take a look at my climbing rose at our entrance door.  It's a delight!  It greets me and my guests every day.

It's going to town this week with flowers galore.  This rose is about three years old.  It took this long to look robust.

I love this flower.  Roses  are so pretty.   The rose has been associated with love, and with marriage, for centuries.  They're  my favorite flower and having many rose bushes in the garden assures me of a rose on my nightstand every night - at least at this time of year.

"My garden all is overblown with roses,

My spirit all is overblown with rhyme,

As like a drunken honeybee I waver

From house to garden and again to house

And, undetermined which delight to favour

On verse and rose alternately carouse."

Vita Sackville West

The roses mingle with the scent of lavender, for lavender is growing in the urn beside the trellis.  Old fashioned fragrance for an old fashioned house for an old fashioned girl.  The plaque on the wall states the name of the house's first owner and the date it was built.

 Jeremiah Brown

1853

Now let's walk down the driveway.  We'll first pass some knockout roses and the flagpole.

Aren't knockout  roses wonderful?  They never stop blooming.

[caption id="attachment_1768" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Knock out roses[/caption]

 And look who's watching us from the porch window!

[caption id="attachment_1770" align="aligncenter" width="225"] It's Alexander[/caption]

He's doing much better these days, eating again,  now that he's getting people food.  Ha!   Tomorrow he goes to the beauty shop for a grooming.

Here we are at the base of the driveway.  It's lined with Lily of the Valley.  These plants were put in by a former owner.  They're  thick as thieves  now - another charming old fashioned flower.

[caption id="attachment_1776" align="aligncenter" width="225"] How do such tiny flowers produce such  sweet scent?[/caption]

"What was Paradise? but a garden, full of pleasure, and nothing there but delights.

William Lawson, 1617

At the front of the yard there are very large trees and bushes which line the sidewalk.  They must be 150 years old like the house.

 Maybe Jeremiah Brown, John Brown's half-brother, planted these trees himself -

and the many evergreens too.

I am trying to establish roses and various ground covers in little pockets of space between the trees and shrubs,  both along the outer area of the beds at the sidewalk, and the inner areas along the grass toward the house.

The roses here are a lighter pink in color.

[caption id="attachment_1802" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Pink knockout roses[/caption]

And in the picture below you see Myrtle that's quite established.

The   Spotted Deadnettle, sometimes called "White Nancy", on the other hand, has a way to go in order to fill in the space provided, but  it's coming along.

There's Common Ivy that has a long way to go

and these little bluish plants must spread.  Are they called Stonecrop or "Lidakense?

My plan is to get these various ground covers established so there won't be as  great a need for mulch from year to year. Some large areas will get mulch, but  these smaller areas will have a variety of ground covers  to please the passersby.  Oh, I also purchased some Sweet Woodruff or Galium Odoratum", but I haven't planted it yet.

Well, let's head back to the house.

When we get to the back yard we can sit and relax for a while.  Maybe you will tell me about your garden.  You can do that by clicking "comment" at the end of this post.  I'd love to hear from you.  Really I would!

[caption id="attachment_1787" align="aligncenter" width="300"] And here we are. Can I offer you an ice tea?[/caption]

Let me tell you about this lawn furniture, how it was almost stolen way back when we lived in Boston.  This furniture was set out on our patio at our very first garden apartment.  We lived on the main floor  of the building..  Out patio looked out to a brook where ducks swan by on a regular basis.  It was a very pretty complex because the brother of the owner owned and operated a garden nursery so he tended the grounds.  The lawn was perfect with a sprinkler system,  and flowers were everywhere. It was usually a very safe place too, but some neighborhood boys  decided they wanted to get into the furniture business.  By that I mean they decided to steal garden furniture and resell it making a sweet profit for themselves.

Sadly, we thought we best get a chain to secure our new furniture, so one sunny Saturday we went off to the hardware store.  We bought a chain and lock,  but as we entered our apartment I could see through the sliding glass door a young man carrying off  some of our very own furniture.  WHAT?  How dare he!  It was broad daylight and neighbors were out and about.  The nerve!

Without thinking twice, I tore after that  fellow, yelling all the way,  and he dropped the furniture.  SUCCESS! ... so I have it today.  Hurray for me!

I bet you have a few good stories too.  Do share.  Sharing doubles the joy!  It's been fun showing you around part of my garden.  I'm glad you stopped by.  Another time we'll explore my Secret garden.  (That's what I'll be working on later  today) . Tomorrow I'll be having another  tea.  This next tea will be  on the patio.  I know you can't come in person, but perhaps you'll come in spirit.  I'll show you around the patio garden at that time.

But before you go,  let me leave you with these parting words.

"The art of gardening.  In this the artist who lays out the work, and devises a garment for a piece of ground, has the delight of seeing his work live and grow hour by hour; and, while it is growing, he is able to polish, to cut and carve, to fill up here and there, to hope, and to love."

Prince Albert (1819-1861)

"Gardening, reading about gardening, and writing about gardening are all one; no one can garden alone."

Elizabeth Lawrence

The Little Bulbs (1957)

So thanks for joining me!