Thunder grumbles in the distance as the darker sky approaches. More rain is coming, more manic wetness to quench the parched ground. Dimmer it gets as the wind begins to kick, then rest, then join with allied forces for a full-on offense. Best to wait this one out, hunker down and lull myself into fantastical daydreams.
Ah, yes, in my midsummer dream, in my wistful escape from the searing heat followed by the blinding storm, there’s none of this barbaric pelting, none of this furious, unhelpful, lashing-thrashing wind, none of the blazing, burning, unforgiving sunshine that preceded it. Only gentle rain falls, only kind rays shine.
In my fantasy, all the ambitious and infiltrating weeds get cropped out (I mean pulled up!) and the perfect ratio of rain and sun, day and night, cool and warm produces loads of spectacular lilies like this one that was smart enough, lucky enough, to have peaked between weather furies.
In my imagination, there are dozens of prize-winning gourds (not just one) like this one that was clever enough to have climbed the fence and is curvingly perfect enough to stir feelings deep within…
…and hungry enough to take all the nutrients it needs. Just ten days ago it hung a good deal higher.
In the realm of garden perfection, in my visions of careful tending and consistent attention, the humans would take their minds off their silly porch project and clear out all these nasty, choking, unwanted grasses.
They’d spent less time smacking tennis balls down the driveway for this young, endlessly tennis-ball-chasing, furry, golden, retrieving creature and more time making the rest of my expansive spaces resemble the reasonably well-kept row of rudbeckia. We’ll ignore those driveway weeds for the time being.
(Now get the dog out of the way and show them how pretty a rudbeckia can be.)
These daisy-like perennials are having a very respectable year, all except for this poor trampled thing at the end of the row. Looking on the sunny side, at least it’s not choked out!
In my tender garden heart, all the gladiolas would be upright…
…like this one…
…instead of sadly horizontal like this one, a storm victim to be sure, though trying valiantly to show off its glorious blooms despite its precarious position.
Lastly, if I had my druthers, I would make sure every growing thing in my dominion were as healthy, as vibrant, as unattacked, as simply lovely as this impatiens.
I can dream, can’t I?
Truly a beautiful article of your garden, the photos of the flower bought a big smile to my face….
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Thank you! I am so happy you liked it 🙂
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Thank you for the garden tour. As a fellow gardener…it’s impossible to have a perfect garden when you have a life outside of gardening. 🙂
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But we can dream! 🙂
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Most definitely! 🙂
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beautifully written!
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Thank you. I had fun speaking for the garden, though I expect it would include a few more expletives when describing those weeds! 🙂
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Wow, fhose lilies really are spectacular.
Your garden looks awfully pretty to me. My garden is… a study of feral natives, hahaha
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Feral natives — that’s it! I have lots of those! The carrots and beets do me proud though, have to say…
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Patricia, Those are gorgeous Stargazer Lilies! Oh I wish I were a child who could magically end up romping around in your bit of paradise! I so wish I had a green thumb! Thanks so much for sharing with us and your dream. I truly enjoyed it! Mona
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Stargazer lilies!! What a perfect name! My cottage guests sometimes say they have come (away from the city) to be able to gaze at the stars uninterrupted by the artificial lights of their own homes. Now my stargazing lilies match my stargazing guests! You make me wish I knew something about gardening! 🙂
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