Gardening tradition in this house means I can now step in and perform the finishing touches to our nascent 2016 summer garden. All the hard work, preparatory to fulfilling that function has been done now, courtesy of my husband who yesterday hauled out all the garden pots, put them in place, and filled them dutifully with the kind of loamy-rich soil that will lead to healthy flowering plants giving us visual delight throughout the summer and into fall.
Now he has returned his attention to finishing the installation of the new pergola, a metal structure fitted together as a scaffolding, and this time with a light-emitting metallic-clad roof in place of the previous canvas-topped roofs that had previously kept us dry even in thunderstorms, while sitting in comfort in the privacy of our deck which constitutes a special 'summer room' for us.
Yesterday again after our ravine walk we went out to a local but rural greenhouse to collect additional plants for the pots and gardens. Foolish, since it was the May 24 Sunday and the place was packed, but we weren't there long since I had a fairly good idea of what we wanted.
So now, all those flats of annuals and perennials meant for the pots and the garden beds are awaiting transfer, and today is the day I begin. The gardens themselves are beginning to prosper, gradually assuming shape.
The early blooming shrubs and trees: the ornamental crab apples, the magnolias, the Japanese quinces have brought bright colour to the emerging green that is starting to transform the gardens, and they're delightful.
Our very most favourite perennials of all, the various-leafed-and-sized hostas are steadily emerging everywhere. The rock garden along one side of the house is assuming its steps toward summer-maturity.
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