The Secret Rose (rosa hilaroma) is one I bought the first year we moved to this house in 2002. It's been moved several times and continues to produce highly fragrant well-formed blooms throughout the summer.
While walking around my garden in the mornings or evenings, I pinch a leaf or two from various herbs, crush them, and bring them to my nose. Ahhh. Rosemary is one herb whose scent and flavour I adore. Mint and Lemon Verbena are others, along with sage, thyme, and oregano. I've dried two large mason jars of oregano for winter use, and smaller amounts of thyme and sage.
Lavender grows so well here. I confess to being lax about clipping it into shape and have a few scraggly bushes that desperately need attention. The bees love lavender and buzz around the slender stalks in great contentment.
Falstaff is a David Austen rose that is on my wait and see list. The bush seems a bit frail and doesn't produce very many blooms. I'm letting it go for this summer and will decide its fate in autumn. Its blooms, the few it does produce, are dark and intricate, and may be designed to make me change my mind.
Sweet peas planted in the greenhouse looked so thin and wispy that I wondered if anything would come of them. (Oh, ye of little faith) I'm clipping stem after stem of them, mostly dark pinks and purples, with white and a few pale pinks. I bury my face in the bouquet, inhaling the sweetness and enjoying the feel of velvet petals against my skin. One of the best things about sweet peas is that they positively must be picked in order to keep blooming. Otherwise they set seed for survival. So I clip with abandon, knowing that in a few days there will be more.
Early in the morning, before the heat of the day, I baked Blueberry Crumb Bars, found at Smitten Kitchen. Last week when I baked them I used all blueberries. Today I mixed the fruit, 2/3 blueberries and 1/3 raspberries. Tim said the raspberry addition added a bit of pizzazz to the deliciousness. Frozen berries can also be used, so I'll keep this in mind for winter. The scent of it baking filled the kitchen. Mmm good.
This post has taken a long time to write for I pause frequently to breathe in the summer air, feel the breeze, and just be in this moment. The little garden bell brought from Japan by our daughter tinkles. I am utterly content.
Summer afternoon - summer afternoon;
to me those have always been the most beautiful
words in the English language.
Henry James
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