Allow me to introduce you to my foxgloves – digitalis as it were:
They don’t smell like anything, but they sure are pretty. I can see them from my bedroom, and they make me happy. I love their speckledy throat.
Next year, I hope I have more. Many more. Maybe I’ll even stake them up. 😀
Honeysuckle is the joy of my early summer. Have you ever sucked the nectar out of a blossom? You should, you really really should. It’s like drinking the sweetest, purest perfume. Only not in an obnoxious perfumey way.
These honeysuckle vines are growing through our forsythia. I’m having a hard time getting Dad to leave them. He won’t eat a flower. So far, I’m winning.
I don’t remember what this flower is called, all I know is that it smells divinely.
You can see the lettuce bed is just beyond, to the left – tomatoes and peas. Across the way – beans, cucumbers and cilantro. Oh, happy happy days.
This is the clematis on the garden gate. Terrible winds this past winter tore it off the gate. Martha & Laura helped me to pin it back up. I didn’t expect it to grow like kudzu. It’s WACK! I love it. Though, I will need to plant the Jacob’s Coat climbing rose in another location. The clematis is overpowering it.
This is my grandmother’s rose. It is an old rose, it won’t rebloom this year, just the one two – three weeks of fabulousness.
The last roses are old, old moss roses. They smell better than just about anything.
Next: The Dragon in the Herb Bed.