A Garden Angel

Every garden needs it's own guardian angel. This little cutie watches over the shade garden.






One of my favorite spots is this bench under the weeping willow. All gardens should have a resting place so you can catch your breath and admire your work.
Everyone told me not to plant a willow tree. It's dirty, they said. It will ruin your sewer pipes, they said. The secret is that it's in an area that gets very wet when it rains, so the roots have all the water they need. There's no need to travel to my septic system. Sure it drops little twigs constantly but the riding lawn mower eats them up. No problem. And I think the gentleness it brings to the yard is worth any trouble that occurs.






The Johnson's Blue Pyrenean cranes-bill (a perennial geranium) is getting a good start. We should see blossoms now for the rest of the summer and maybe into fall. Once again, I'm behind in my work; it should have been staked up a long time ago, but it's not to late to tie it up with some green twine.







The white iris opened today . What an elegant statement they make paired up with the light lavender. There is a gentle fragrance of grapes as you pass by. I wonder if the walkers and bike riders notice and wonder where it's coming from.


What is Paradise? A garden. William Lawson