Tuesday, July 18, 2006
The lavender, the yarrow, the rose campion have all been cut back. The white lilies came and dazzled. This bed is almost a sea of green in July, the black-eyed susans are starting to bloom. The new roses are budding. The fern has almost taken over the front bed. The ditch lilies are still going, and the hosta is blooming as the phlox, as the sage, as the snowball bushes. July & the garden. Here I start to slack off, the heat makes it all seem too much like a chore and my clipping shears are dull, dull, dull. I hoped last night's storm -- a show of heat lightning and full of hard rain -- would have made for a cool morning, but it's already humid, sticky. Oh for a set of gills.