My garden is not much to look at, really. Mostly utility, so many weeds... But the nice thing about a camera is that I can just show the best parts. I can "edit" out the vast swaths of neglect and just show you the delicious details that I am feasting my eyes on daily. And these flowers are even more of a feast after such a long winter and minimal spring.
I have planted many, many things that simply disappear because they just can't hack the harshness of life. Delicate plants need not apply for a position in my yard. I've have learned the hard way what not to bother with. There is a reason that the midwestern staples are always lilacs, daylillies, peonies and irises.
One thing that has continally surprised me, however, is this pink weigela that I put in six years or so ago. It never complains, never asks for more that a little pruning, and it puts on a riot of blossoms, beloved of the hummingbirds and honeybees.
I have this damask stencil that I have used for various projects and several years ago I used it to stencil on my garden gates. I like the contrast of a fancy stencil on the weathered wood of an old packing crate made into a gate. The red currant bush beside it is huge this year and starting to hinder the opening of the gate. Time for a trim, methinks.
I do have plenty of irises. I think I have about six colors, and I hope to collect more.
This fluffy white one was a surprise this morning as I took photos. This is the first time it has bloomed (I think it is anyway... Maybe it did last year and I don't remember?) I have a frilly peach one that I moved last year and is not blooming, so I'm hoping to see it next year.
This purple and white is one of my favorites. I got it from my Mom years ago.
Last summer when we visited family in Oregon and Washington, I was so inspired by my Mom's container plantings. It seems like an expensive indulgence, but I decided to do my best to step up my planter game this year. I didn't buy ceramic planters, but rather I re-purposed some other containers. My sweet husband found me these great tall galvanized buckets.
I'm looking forward to this variegated sweet potato vine trailing down the side of the tallest one.
This container is an old coal bucket I found at a yard sale. Near it I have a big old washtub planted with some perennials. I'll have to get a picture of that some other time.
This calibrachoa was an impulse buy... such sweet little blooms, I couldn't resist! I had thought it was a type of petunia, but on doing some research I learned that it is a different species. No wonder I like it (since I'm not a big fan of petunias).
And here we have my once favorite cooking pot... it's an enameled cast iron dutch oven (and red!!) in which I cooked many meals and loved so much. Suddenly one day the enamel on the inside started to chip and it soon flaked off, rendering the pot useless for cooking. I sent it out to the trash. Recently I found it still hanging around in the barn (bless my husband!) and filled with with the sedum I dug up when my husband installed patio block for the new back porch.
In the interest of keeping it real, take a closer look at the little brown spot on the side of that red pot. Yes, that is what you think it is. No, not a spider. A tick. Yep. I didn't notice it until I got the photo off my camera. The ticks are prolific around here, and so gross. I always wonder why God made them, and then that silly children's song goes through my head, "Every living thing gonna shine, shine, every living thing gonna shine along..."
On the positive side, it makes my photo very traditionally Dutch, don't you think?
This is the table on the kitchen porch where I keep the seedlings waiting to go in the garden. I start most of them myself, and buy a few at the Amish greenhouse a mile down from my house. There are fewer now then there were a week ago, and soon they'll all be planted. Our soil is such heavy clay that I long ago abandoned direct-seeding. I only plant seedlings and my garden's "infant mortality rate" has decreased significantly. Infancy is the most dangerous time...
Here endeth the tour of the "good parts" of my little slice of paradise. I'll have to show more photos later in the summer when my containers fill out.