Sometimes, I actually get a project done. This driftwood planter is one of them. I saw the idea several years ago and thought it would make a nice addition to our garden. First, I had to find the driftwood. We picked up this piece on our trip to the north Island during spring break. Tim drilled and gouged it out recently, and I added dirt and succulents and oregano from my garden. It's sitting on the garden edging bricks for now, until I decide where it will fit best.
On a fine summer evening I was inspired to get out a piece of watercolour paper and do a quick sketch of the bird bath. I've begun painting it, but haven't made much progress this past week. It's a pleasant way to while away an hour or two with the windows wide open to let the breeze drift in.
The peonies are in bloom. How I love them in all their ruffled elegance. Layer upon layer of soft petals. There's a vase full of them on the dining room table tonight.
A view of one corner of the garden. Siberian Iris, Aquilegia (Columbine) and Centaurea Montana (Cornflower) are in bloom just now, with blue hydrangeas and white stock waiting their turn behind them. For months, it seems, we wait and wait for the garden to bloom. Snowdrops appear, then crocuses and daffodils and tulips and suddenly everything bursts into life and colour and it's impossible to keep track of every bloom. Isn't it wonderful?
Next in line: foxgloves. They are a bit rascally in my garden, appearing where they've not been planted. This particular bunch is in the vegetable bed, but I've left it there and will uproot it after it blooms. It's a different colour than the others I have, so perhaps it flew in on a mischievous breeze from another garden.
