Every summer unfolds with a chorus of floral beauty, beginning with the crocus in the early spring. By June and July the gardens are verdant and colorful with many gorgeous varieties of blooms. Nevertheless, I never cease to be both delighted and amazed by the show poppies put on. With their variegated tutus they dance on their long slender stems, bowing and dancing in each ruffling breeze. This display is next to a round about not far from my house, where a previous planting has given voice to serious abundance. Each day I go by, I cran my neck to see how is is changing. This was the patch at the height of blooms. Now the proportion of blooms to spent buds is shifting, but still, it is a sight to behold.
When one has to resettle frequently, leaving past gardens behind can be excruciating.I find myself trying to salvage bits and pieces of the past in trying to rebuild. Well, all those red poppies will be at least a year out. But I do have some other little poppies babies coming up tentatively in my front yard. In the meantime, I added something I have always wanted. An Iceland poppy! Actually I would love a field of them, but for now, this will have to do. Thanks to a friend, Mare, I also have three California poppy babies. As long as they produce seeds this season, I will have them in this yard forever. What a wonderful way to appreciate your friends.
As I am experiencing still cold, sometimes freezing night temperatures, I watch my garden try to take hold. Temperature sensitive plants cannot be located outside permanently yet! Meanwhile, the tomatoes are probably root-bound and little baby tomatoes spring forth regardless, with an optimism that I wish I could share. I cannot help but visit every plant story and location, wishing I simply had more room; looking to find old favorites as I put down new roots, along with the rest of the small garden that surrounds me, yielding to my efforts.. But I am also inspired by all the things I see as I window shop and even with my phone, I capture all the beauty I can find.