“Small pleasures must correct great tragedies. Therefore of gardens in the midst of war I boldly tell.” — Vita Sackville-West
Our May grey has gone away, and June gloom has given way to abundant sunshine… and a profusion of blooms! It’s late June, and it’s a glorious time to be in the garden; peak time, in fact!
The beginnings of real heat means the sun-lovers in the garden — tomatoes, cucumber, pumpkins — can really start to take off. But it means that the rest of my backyard — the grass, the wildflowers I’ve loved all spring, everything — will be forced into survival mode. There’s only so much water I’m able — and willing — to give them. We’re in a drought, and although I could increase my watering and still be in compliance with regulations (which are amazingly weak), it’s more satisfying to let nature take her course. Brownish-green is the new green around here, and I’m getting used to it.
So I’m spending a little extra time outside today, not that any excuse is required; pruning back some overblown spring stuff, quietly putting Pippa’s sun-bleached mostly-forgotten plastic toys in the recycling (the less toys, the merrier for Mom)… and mostly, appreciating “peak garden”!