Jude the Obscure
I cannot get enough roses in my garden.
I love them.
When we first moved into the Bungalow nearly 30 years ago there was a thriving crop of blackberry bushes, tall unmowed grass and invasive morning glory.
It was a war zone.
We worked hard at getting rid of the weeds...
many many hours of "sweat equity".
I really dislike the word SWEAT!
but perspire equity just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Our Bungalow Garden is constantly evolving and changing.
Most gardeners that I know say they are never really finished designing their patch that there is always something to tweek or change and a good weeding is in order.
We are a funny bunch.
We are modest and when someone raves about our garden, we find fault in one area...it's difficult to explain...we are never at rest...always striving.
It's a quest for beauty I suppose, not perfection.
New plants tempt and woo us are popping up in Garden Shops as fast as they are being hybridized.
It's a fashion show of sorts...
that new Black Mondo grass is divine
and newest variety of euphorbia with it's variagtion is sublime.
I stumbled upon a new (to me) Garden Shop this weekend
and fell instantly in love.
The pots and garden accessories made me swoon,
I rambled on to the owner and Mr. HB as I whirled swiftly through the plant displays.
I felt giddy!
It was intoxicating and exciting to find such a treasure trove of art and earth in the same place.
It reminded me of Thomas Hobbs' garden shop.
I will go back...
Foxglove with a different agenda!
I let these reseed themselves and they are star performers.
Clematis Nelly Moser