C'mon! Let's go! Oh wait, you want to know where we are going? I suppose you should first know when we are going. Alright. It is June. We are escaping the dry doldrums of West Virginia August. Here, in June, the garden is still luxuriant. It is evening.
My garden is quickly becoming dark. Oh, and that is where we are going. We're going into the garden this glorious late spring evening. Let's take one last look before the night claims the garden for her own. The silver Lambs ear, (Stachys byzantina) glows in the remaining light sharing its space with deep red Astilbe. The ground is speckled with the fallen blossoms of a large Sourwood (Oxdendrum) tree blooming overhead.
Squeezed in within the boughs of Sourwood and needled branches of a Red spruce is Cornus florida, Dogwood. From its branches we find blossoms of another kind, formed by human hands and hung by me. Green mirrors reflect the remaining light as they flicker on their strings.
Underneath, Wood poppies (Stylophorum diphyllum), known to some people as celendine poppy or poppywort, have mostly finished blooming. Here they are nestled among Wild ginger, Wood anemone and False rue anemone
Further on a patch of purply blue shines from still moist mulch shines. (Remember we are in June. In August from which we left that mulch is dried and home to more than a few weeds.)
One last look but this time we need the flash to keep from bumping into each other.
That's it. Go back to August with me. I think I will do a little watering before all is lost.