Instead of my usual work time, this Saturday is going to be filled up with cabers, kilts, and clans (NOT of the KKK variety) at the Portland Highland Games. But before I take Finn McSpool to celebrate his Celtic heritage, I thought I’d deliver this most recent tour of my garden to the Blogosphere.
First off, my favorites….daisies! Okay, I know that orange one is technically a coneflower, but it’s daisy-like. And just to add a bit of creepy irony to this picture, these daisies are growing in the bed where I buried my dog Daisy.
How about a closer look at those Shasta Daisies….
And the coneflower….
More spots of brilliant color in the garden right now include my big puffball of a hydrangea (seriously, this is the real color, no adjustments!)….
And some bright pink daylilies sprang up this year, which is a nice change from all the yellow ones I normally have…
The veggies in my side yard are getting very jungle-y. I think I even spotted Mowgli and Bagheera in here the other day….
Speaking of jungle vines, it looks like this will be another good year for my grapes….
And best of all, my melon plant got knocked up! I’ve never grown melons before and with Portland’s very cold and very wet spring this year (aka “never-ending winter”) I thought these plants would never amount to anything. But there it is, a bouncing baby melon. Grow, baby. Grow!!!
Honesty in the Garden
As with the hydrangea picture, unless my iPad camera just isn’t picking up colors properly, I try not to fiddle too much with my garden photos in an effort to be a bit more “real.” If you appreciate this, then be sure to stop by the Snail of Happiness to read a post inspired by yours truly about honesty in the garden (the virtue, not the plant, although she may have some of those too).
See You in a Few Days
I’ll be back next Wednesday with a crafty new project I created from a piece of junk (no, really) and next Saturday I’ll be showing off Finn’s photos from the Highland Games. To tide you over until then, here’s a peek at Finn dressed up and ready to go in his kilt. And, as you can see, he’s set for the caber toss.