Spring just won’t make up its mind. One day it cracks open the door, the next day, slams it shut.
And I’m fed up! Come on, Spring, get a move on. Some years, snowdrops have finished by now. This year, they have barely started.
In a normal spring, by now water would be splashing gaily over the rocks at The Cascade. Instead it is freezing in mid-air.
I agree, the ice patterns that the water leaves behind are nice. I’d happily praise them if I saw them in March.
But it’s mid April. Often I see my first daffodil on April 15. This year, all I see are tips of green poking their heads out.
So what’s up, Spring? What’s holding you back? If you’re a prodigal child who spent all your good weather elsewhere, come home, we forgive you. If it’s something we said or did, we’re sorry. Really, we are.
Just come. We are here, ready to welcome you in with open arms.
Even while summer is coming to an end, the garden continues to make me happy. I'm really pleased with the gravel garden. Early in the summer we adjusted the slate border; now it steps rather than slopes down, giving a firmer definition to the edge. While the yucca didn't bloom this year, it did produce dense clumps that should bloom next year. The sedum 'Dazzleberry' is growing well and the small islands of sandwort (Arenaria verna) that I added offer good colour contrast. [caption id="attachment_5567" align="aligncenter" width="705"] Although it doesn't show
One of the first areas we added to the garden at Glen Villa was the Cascade. It came about almost by accident, as we were modifying the entry to the house. Doing this meant lowering the driveway by eight feet; as we did, we uncovered a stream hidden underground. And so the Cascade was born. Unfortunately I have no photos of the original plantings. Only a few of them remain, one or two hawthorn trees, the spruce that were tiny when planted about 15 years ago, the bridalwreath spirea that drips with blossoms every