My husband and I have a ritual. After dinner each evening, we grab a cup of decaf and take a walk in the garden. We listen to the bird song as we wander, observe and talk about what’s next on the project list: new beds, plants that need transplanting, patches of blackberry that have snuck up on us. But mostly in summer, we notice the plants that are flowering for the first time and pick a few strawberries. It seems daily there’s a new bloom to admire. Last night it was a freshly cracked lily that has proved itself too pastel for the “hot bed”–another candidate for the transplant list.
Other favorites at this time of the year: Digitalis lutea (yellow foxglove), Phlomis russeliana (Jerusalem Sage), all the Asiatic Lilies, Dracocephalum, Eryngium ‘Sapphire Blue’, Lychnis chalcedonica, Prosanthera cuneata (Bush Mint), Veronica, Geranium sanguineum ‘Album’, Ligularia ‘Britt Marie Crawford’. There are plants at the tail end of their show, like the cerise peony, the Hamiocistus rock rose. Geranium ‘Johnson’s Blue’ is STILL blooming and attracting bees.
A few umbels of a golden Alstroemeria are blooming from a clump that has taken over an entire bed. This makes me scowl like Sacha Baron Cohen in the ridiculous movie Talladega Nights—“Ricky Bobby–this means war!” The only thing that has saved the Alstroemeria thug this long is the fact that it has swamped some of my favorite lilies, like the asiatic ‘Halloween’ that I have to dig first before the Peruvian lily is a gonner. Somehow it all gets back to the project list.
© Colleen Miko, 2011