Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Early August Garden

"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."
Sylvia Plath

I agree with Sylvia, there's something about leaves me a bit melancholy.....perhaps, it's because this is the month, here in Massachusetts, when we can feel summer coming to an end. There is, however,  still so much joy and satisfaction in the flowerbed. This morning the sun was bright and the air was cool and I was transplanting and potting up plants and planning changes. The big flowerbed is a bit of a jungle and needs training from time to time.

Yet, another Angel Trumpet seedling from Ellen, a friend down the road. I find it frustrating that they pop up all over her garden and I can't get one to grow.....but, I'm not giving up!

Heather is blooming again after I cut it back.

The jury is out on the name of this little wildflower.

When we look at the buds of the Ballon Flower, we know where it got it's common name.

Wild Geranium is still blooming merrily along.

The Woodland "Susan" is a volunteer that was eaten down to the ground this spring but has bounced back wonderfully.

Second flush on this sweet Rose bush. There are never many blooms but they sure are pretty.

It makes me happy that the white Echinachea is surviving the Woodchuck.

A late blooming Daylily.

What a difference a few weeks make. The chair was full of Shasta daisies as you can see by the picture below.
Early July

Red Helenium blooms at a time when the garden needs the color.

Close-up of Helenium

Bees Bum!

Big Blue Hosta flowers are attracting lots of pollinators.....

Indian Pipes have found the woodland garden hospitable....

They're popping up in lots of places

I wish you could see the size of the leaves on this Pulmonaria.....they are huge. It's growing in a galvanized tub.

Hydrangea is starting to bloom

Spearmint is blooming
My Butterfly bush seems to bloom later than may be because I'm always hacking at it because I planted it too close to the driveway.

They are so pretty close-up. I'm always a little surprised by the center.

From the back porch looking west. In front of the Butterfly bush is a teasel that is native to the Midwest, it believe. It's pretty tame here and is nice in arrangements.

Today, I'm so grateful that there was an avid gardener named Chris who lived across the street when I was a child and let me help her in her gardens. That was a seed well planted! 

Happy Gardening,


  1. Hi Sally, I am so happy you popped in on my blog and left a message. You certainly have a lot blooming. I know that feeling of not being able to grow something that someone else grows without trying. We just have to persevere. I love the Sylvia Plath quote. I haven't read her much because I think of her as having depressive writing. Maybe I should look again. Cheers and successful gardening.

    1. Honestly, Lisa, I've never read Sylvia Plath either. It was a quote I found and liked on the internet.

  2. We have teasel along the side of some roads and once I decided to pick some to go in a flower arrangement. It had thorns down the side and they stuck in my fingers. I don't know if you have the same kind growing, but be careful.

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