THE RAIN HAS DRIFTED AWAY and so I thought we’d take another walk, yes? More areas of the garden are coming alive gradually, so let’s go see. (If you didn’t come along last time, you can always backtrack, by the way. The beauty of the internet: It’s realtime, or anytime.) Click images for the best views.
The potted Japanese maples (above) that overwinter in the barn are leafing out beautifully, despite a late hard frost I thought would take them from me.
You can see them in the far background in the next photo (left), too, sitting at the top of the driveway where the front garden begins. The driveway used to come all the way up beside the house to where this shot is taken from, where my oldest magnolia, ‘Ballerina,’ and many favorite perennials now make a much more beautiful view for me year round from my windows than the gravel surface and passenger side of my car and truck ever did all those early years.
The pots are just outside the lower left corner of this next picture (above), taken from the driveway. Soon no mulch will show, once the rest of the perennials leaf out. And in another month I can take out the bamboo stakes that are marking off the areas along the garden edges, where I have lawn repairs under way. Pray for the seed to sprout before the birds take all of it.
At left, we are just a little farther uphill (and my whole place is on a hill, so everything is always either “uphill” or “downhill” from where you are now). The front walk, used by nobody but opportunistic plants like ajuga, is flanked by many large bleeding hearts this time of year, which will then disappear underground in summer. Some of the numerous lilacs in the garden are in the background.
Looking uphill (there’s that word again), left, from the big magnolia’s bed, you can start to see the gold foliage of the three young Metasequoia ‘Gold Rush’ that will eventually call to you more loudly from a distance, I hope, helping connect the lower parts of the property with the upper reaches. Gold foliage is great for that, to draw the eye and really shout instructions to the visitor: “Come here, this way!” Looking down from that uppermost field (above), where the metasequoias are, a view of the only flat strip of land I have ever gardened on, my “back yard”. I painted the house last year, and as you can see from the darkest of olives and the hottest of orangey-reds, I have a high color tolerance. And then some.
I didn’t acquire much in the way of a garden when I moved here more than 20 years ago…but I did get the last survivors of an apple orchard, trees easily more than 75 years old. There are only six still with me, and this is the one (photo below) that I love the most (don’t tell the other five).
Nearby I have planted groupings of the old apples’ smaller-fruited cousins in the genus Malus, a total of 10 crabapples. These two Sargent-type ‘Candymint’ crabs (below) are wonderful for their decidedly horizontal structure, as nice in winter bareness after all the fruit’s been taken by the bird as it is all trussed up with blooms right now. Thanks for coming along today.