Some Flowers In The Garden

It would be a shame not to show you some fetching pictures of the chicory with Miscanthus 'Morning Light'.  

It is hard not to smile looking at such a pretty sky blue fallen to the ground.

The Bottlebrush Buckeye is now showing.

And the 'Lemon Drop' azalea perfumes the air.

The Mountaintop Gardens In May

I'm doing good to go for a walk in the gardens when my walking apparatus is mostly used up by the time I get home. Little energy remains for putting words and pictures on a blog. It has been a beautiful spring. The daffodil showing has been the only casualty - so far. I can at least show you the pictures I have.

In Bulbarella's garden, the phacelia and rhododendron are in full swing. The Lady in her best Slipper is in the house. The paths have been freshly mowed. Go wander.

My garden is more about foliage. Bloom is a bonus. A lone Black Iris called me into the garden. The first path mowing remains undone. Go wander.

Lady In Waiting

We are back from Florida. The packing and purge went very smoothly. The papers were signed. The deed was done. Next comes the movers and storage and the estate sale. I took pictures and may have something for show and tell on another day about the 100 year old house my grandparents built. The Lady will have to tide you over. The return has me juggling to keep my own house in order.

The next small item to attend to is buying another house in Florida closer to her other children. By the way, Florida sucks! We would rather be on the mountaintop where bluebells and phacelia bloom.

Orange Park Florida In The Spring

It was a slow and painful extraction, but the hairball decided to release the pictures of my grandmother's lost garden that I took last spring. Azalea season was winding down.

I was fascinated by all the weed flowers blooming in the lawn. As it should be.

Once upon a time in a land with 20 million less people ......

The magnolia trees were this tall 64 years ago. That could make them 200 or more years old. I feel certain they came with the land and the live oaks my grandparents bought.

A collection of Florida weed flowers.

My grandmother planted a lot of azaleas.

You have to imagine a time before anthracnose when Flowering Dogwood trees floated flowers above and a flock of pure white doves came to feed. 

My grandmother planted a lot of camellias.

The house is 100 years old. The realtor mentioned the word antique.

It was a dry spring. The Resurrection Fern was dormant. Looks like a sprig of poisoned ivy in there.

Engulfed in all kind vines and Boston Fern. Back to the wild.

Sometimes you just have to start over to have a garden.

This Red Cedar, Juniperus virginiana is an old timer. It used to be in my grandparent's front yard

Many of the plants are antique. I do believe there are some crinum lily in that mess. They are a plant that have persisted from my grandmother's time.

The Loropetalum was planted by my parents.

Luckily a wisteria vine remains meek by comparison in the shade of Live Oaks.

I do believe the Cardamom Ginger came from me. I've always dabbled in herbs. They were never expected to survive long term that far north in Florida at one time.

The separate garage apartment is falling down. There is actually a small compound of houses on the adjoining properties, former family land, that my grandfather built.

What Live Oaks do in the spring, the big dump.

Citrus comes and goes with the decades.

The state tree of Florida, the Sabal Palm, Sabal palmetto come up all over the place. Sister #2 does not like palm trees for some odd reason and keeps trying to kill them. It's time to let go.

Rhododendron In The Forest