1) Finally, the verbascum blattaria looks as if it were beginning to consider thinking about settling down in the garden. This plant originally came from the Chadwick Garden @ UCSC. I haven't seen it for 5 years, and then last summer it was found happily colonizing the driveway. I moved some of it up to the main garden, where it has definitely been making itself known.
2) First strawberry from the garden has been eaten. "A rousing success!" says G, age 2.
3) Clematis jackmanii is finally blooming, this is it's happiest year yet. We've got it growing up a climbing rose, and it's large purple blooms are very sweet indeed.
The garden really is too lovely right now to even write about with such regimented prose. It deserves languid words such as dozing, drooping & well, languid. I find myself bustling out of doors, seed packet in hand or watering can at the ready, only to rediscover myself some 10 minutes later, on my knees amidst the echinops ritro & achillea filipendulina murmuring to myself about plant spacing, and root runs. I sit and dream amongst the foxgloves and giant alliums, joined by the dusty carpenter bees with their taut shiny abdomens, brushing over the fuschia-coloured rose campion, also known as Maltese Cross.
Everyone else seems to be expending comsiderable energy; even G is all industry out there, with her water table and mini-watering can, she is making birthday cakes out of twigs and bark for the plaster angel under the azalea. It's getting harder and harder to pay attention to what needs to be done, I just want to get lost in the smell of the sun-warmed mulch and the feel of late spring in the air.