While growing up, one of my favorite places was my mom’s “Garden of Eden,” as she called it, a wild, lightly-tended flower garden she loved as her own special place. A big White oak nurtured shade loving plants and the long margins along the yard stretched into the sun for others. My brother and I delighted in picking mom bouquets after church, though I suspect we did far more damage to the place that our offerings merited. The only picture I have of “Eden” is the one still in my mind’s eye—and it is still a beautiful spot.
It occured to me this week that the gardens I’ve grown and grown to love here in Vermont all have the same feel of wild beauty. I joke that they are actually made of about two dozen “weeds” I just manage when I have the time!
Regardless, June is the peak of lush greens with a world of color here and there. The past few weeks has been a palette of purple, violet, pink in particular.
It is such a delight to enjoy the changes and growth every day. One of the benefits of being more homebound this year is having time to both enjoy the gardens and to put a bit more time into their “management.”