When I was young, it would have been inconceivable to have a heatwave in June in Maine. Yet here we are with the temp in the mid 90s. Records have yet again been broken. Back in the day, even at the end of July or the beginning of August, it was rare for the temp to be that high. My parents and grandparents would have been astonished to deal with such heat in June. And not at all happy. Thank goodness we have Eva, our air conditioner.
Nevertheless, I have pushed on with gardening, going out right after breakfast and coming in before noon, the opposite of what I usually do.
Three weeks ago, the plant table looked like this:
This morning, it looked like this:
Here are some of the flowers in pots by our entryway, their cheery colors ready to greet visitors.
A closer look at the violas, or Johnny-jump-ups as they are also called around here.
But for me, none of the newbies can compare with the irises, which have been here for over thirty years.
With such beauty, a closer look is definitely in order.
On this second week in June, the intense gardening is coming to an end. From here on out, it will be maintenance, feeding, watering, and weeding. A part of me is relieved. Planting and getting the beds ready have been a lot of work. But a part of me is also a little sorry that the rush of spring planting has come to an end. A busy time, yes, but also an exciting time.
My gardens are most definitely June and July gardens. Accordingly, for the next couple months, my blog will feature many pictures of the bursts of color that come briefly to this shady yard.
When you have to wait nine months—almost like having a baby—for flowers, the pleasure is oh so sweet when they finally bloom.