No, not the song… the real deal. It's a strange summer in upstate NY. Perhaps attributable to lingering sub-zero temps of winter past?
You know. The one during which we ran away to South Carolina.
Trees of all shades are lush and thick, with the mountain beyond our cocoon not at all visible from the backyard. Thing is, June's clematis, Lynn's irises and a few rose varieties are nowhere to be found on the garden side of thick foliage. As our weedy, rampant rose began to bloom profusely, we pulled another more refined bush that appeared dead. Way beneath the soil line, there it was. New growth.
Back into the ground it went. We'll see. Strange, really. Lots of old diehards seem to be in recovery.
Back into the ground it went. We'll see. Strange, really. Lots of old diehards seem to be in recovery.
But annuals are happy. Expansive hibiscus blooms are brighter than ever.
Luckily, they compensate.
Luckily, they compensate.
Written for you from my little piece of Paradise.
