When I woke up Saturday morning it was raining which is a crazy major thing in Southern California this time of year - especially this year which has been very dry.
Rain for a gardener is always a reason to celebrate, there is something about rain, different from irrigation, that makes the colors in the garden pop.
I picked up my camera, threw a sweatshirt over my PJs, and went outside to take some photos.
In the potager the scarecrow keeping watch was wet and dripping, but the new strawberry plants were very happy.
I love the way the gravel areas look after it rains.
This old wheelbarrow waiting to be planted with succulents, sits under a Honeylocust tree. The chartreuse color of the tree in spring is spectacular but never more so than during the mistiness of an overcast day.
A Gravel path in the front winding through roses, salvias and the last of the nasturtiums.
And lastly, along the driveway under the newly leafed out trees, yellow lantana, a wonderful trailing variety, shines bright and sunny in the drizzle.
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I am reading a book about Sissinghurst, my favorite garden. The author says that,
"the completely overblown carefreeness was typical of the garden during the Nicholsons' day when they could not manage - not did they want- exceptional tidiness at all times."
This was very encouraging to hear, for my own garden, as much as I try, will never be completely tidy, weed free, nor anywhere near perfection - there is always some area in need of work and I find myself obsessing over this instead of enjoying what it does have to offer.
Thank you Vita and Harold.
And, thank you for visiting.
And, thank you for visiting.