A gardener I'm not, but I love flowers and growing things. I especially love them when they can survive without me. I'm getting better at pulling weeds and remembering to water the thirsty plants in the hottest summer; other than that, I'm pretty clueless.
Without further ado, let me show you some of the hardy flowers around our yard.
The jonquils were here before I came and they haven't died off yet, so you know they're tough and very low-maintenance!
Edith gave me the rhododendron a few years ago. Last year the deer ate all the buds so it didn't bloom. But look at it this year .... woohoo!
Two years ago, Katie and I dug up some iris bulbs from Pat's old place. Two bloomed last year, but this year they've gone crazy! The vast majority are bronze, but there are about 6 big purples. I just may get brave and try to plant a few more varieties.
Katie got me started on peonies back when I lived in Charlotte. (Are you noticing that everyone is trying their best to turn me into a gardener?) This is the first white to bloom. It smells simply luscious!!! The other plant is full of big pink buds. Edith gave me another little peony plant (plant? bush?) last year. It's still pretty small, so we'll have to wait and see if it blooms and what color it will be.
When I'm retired and have absolutely nothing else to do, perhaps I will turn my thoughts and hands to working the soil and growing flowers and vegetables. Don't hold your breath.
