Your memory feels like home to me.
So whenever my mind wanders,
it always finds its way
back to you.
~ Ranata Suzuki
2-8-2026
It seems I lost access to this blog right about the time I took these photos. I'm so glad to have them to look at now as I am in the deep darkness of winter. We are just past the hard freeze (with frozen sleet). The icy surfaces kept me home for five days. Now everything looks dead. Many things ARE dead, but I won't know the extent of it until April.
<SIGH> There is always more work than I intended. Sometimes plants surprise me. That's part of the joy of gardening.
The mowers have sent an electronic message that it is time to begin their regular visits. After the snow, we have nothing to mow. I have been watching the roundels of the bluebonnets in the front yard and know I'll need to flag those before anyone starts an engine.
I think I will spend an hour a day gathering yard waste and gathering my thoughts.
Maybe I need to start a calendar.
Or maybe I will just look at these photos and dream of May.
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| Yes, it is more than I can weed, but it photographs bigger than it is. |
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| This is a spot where the "path" was overtaken. |
I had planned to note the spring of 2025 by saving photos of blooms and fruits. This was a good start. Maybe 2026 will be more organized (who am I kidding?).
The garden is beyond what I had imagined and precisely what I suspect DH had in mind when he commented that he was glad we were jumping in with plans for the wild garden in 2020. The garden would be a place of beauty as well as an ongoing project, providing opportunities to experiment, explore, and work. It would provide an outlet during the pandemic and more. It has been.
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| This was a promise of a bumper crop - and it was. |
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| The fig tree was so full of limbs and leaves! Now I have to prune it . Oh boy. I need to keep the wasps at bay. They chased me away from harvesting towards the end of the season. |
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| I often seems like the mist flowers wait so long to bloom, but maybe they are waiting until it is time for the butterflies to start heading through. |
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| CONEFLOWERS! Funny, the last flower to bloom this year was a purple coneflower. |
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| The tomatoes grew, but were not the variety I wanted. In 2026 I am going back to Juliets |
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| I do count tomato blossoms. |
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| Yarrow |
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| Parsley? |
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| Straggler Daisy |
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| Pansies! |
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| More pansies! |
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| I may end up with a garden full of Purple Coneflowers... |
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| And that would be just fine. |
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| One of the redbud trees. All the small trees and shrubs that are supposed to grow are now overhead. |
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| The pink double Althea |
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| The elderberry. I get no berries, but it is lovely. |
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| Buttonbush - I was afraid it wouldn't get enough water. |
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| Elderberry buds closeup. |
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| The pink Althea blooms. They are crazy gorgeous. |
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| Buttonbush buds |
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| One of the salvias maybe? I'm not sure |
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| Green thread, maybe? It behoves me to label as I post, no? |
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| Mock Dakota Vervain. We used to call it "wild verbena." It begins blooming early in the spring and continues into late fall. I adore it. |
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| Is this a false Dandelion? |
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| MDV - wonderful! |
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| Gaura hybrid (so sue me). |
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| Englemann Daisy. I have these in a number of spots. |
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| Gaillardia (fire wheel) |
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| A gorgeous yarrow hybrid. It hides in the back near the back fence |
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| The same yarrow hybrid. |
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| Scabiosa. A variety grows wild in Ireland. So I plant them in the garden to feel connected. |
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