He enjoys the garden, but he also gets lost and anxious, so I scritch him on his back just above his tail, and he finds his courage again. A class from a nearby school walked by, and he accepted their admiration as is his due. A little while after, he couldn't orient, and circled and circled. I picked him up, complaining, and put him in on the sofa. He's there now. This is typical.
These irises are going nuts. Many more to come.
The Turkish Veronica continues it's slow spread.
The Golden Celebration rose covered in buds.
The old pink rose, once sickly, bound up in deadwood and the Hedge, now tall and strong, and soon to bloom.
Now, what does this remind me of?
Another week, and it will look like something else to make us giggle.
Sat in the back, to gaze on the fennel and chives, raspberry. Joined by Mr. Cat Kenny, the TNR cat of last fall, who is sleek and strong, evidently well fed, with places to shelter. Sorry, no photo of him.
California poppies starting.
Can't turn compost. It will wait.
4 comments:
Wow! The irises!!! Here, my cosmos plants are still only about 10" tall. I love your garden more and more each season. Sending fur scritches to dear Moby!!!
Rou,
Me too. It keeps surprising me, flourishes.
Yum, garden! I want to run my hands through the fluffy fennel fronds.
Nimble,
And over the lamb's ears, so furry.
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