I have been running out of words of late. The ridge top garden is not running out of flowers.
The peonies are here.
And there and everywhere.
There is more Foxglove about than in the past, though there is room for more.
The iris keep blooming in a rainbow of colors.
It's a botanical circus out there.
With the rhododendrons still in the center ring.
No matter how tired I might be, a slow stroll through the garden is palpably rejuvenating.