"Don't give up, I know you can make it good."
OK, that's a truncated version of the chorus of the song but those are the words that resonate today as I type this post.
A few weeks ago, I accepted that my hedychium had finally given up the ghost. My Garden Guru Jean thought it was just resting. My take was that after so many years of fighting for survival in the hands of an inept gardener, it had finally gone to meet its maker, was pushing up daisies, departed to that mysterious country from whose bourne no traveller returns ... etc etc
But Jean was right*! This week a miracle happened and it metamorphosised from a bunch of gnarled old corms to 24 inch high healthy leafage. So life's lesson also applies to the garden. Don't give up, folks.
I'm hoping by the end of the summer I will be able to show you its lovely flowers.
*This lady is good. Not only did she know that my hedychium was waiting for its moment, she hit on the winning grey mix for my little navy skirt recently too. I'm going to hang on that lady's every word ...
Elsewhere in the garden, all things are flourishing. Could it be the recent burst of heat, perhaps?
We've already been feasting off rhubarb.
This bush which usually only shows a couple of roses at a time, has burst forth this past week.
I love its yellow petals.
Pink roses pop up, fit for a wedding table.
I tried to sneak in a shot of my newly tutti fruitied nails, but failed. White roses are so classic.
Heavens knows what these are but I allow them to self-seed in the gravel to break up the flow of the pathways, here by my utility area. They produce blousy yellow flowers.
All in all, I think my garden has thoroughly enjoyed the little heatwave I arranged for it.
So, peeps, with gardens, as in life, Don't Give Up ...
So, peeps, with gardens, as in life, Don't Give Up ...
Doesn't Kate just have the ultimate in pouts?!
A la perchoine.
