It is summer.
Maybe it rains a bit too much, maybe it’s been too cold to swim recently. But the flowering in the wild garden goes on regardless. “Weeds” as they are sometimes called, wrap themselves around bushes and bulbs. The whole exuberant over the top lushness of it will be short lived. Light catches petals and pinks dazzle in a curtain of rich green. Lavender grows brilliantly where it is happy in the middle of the path; yet fails hopelessly in the rich soil of a bed.
Daisies have flung their seeds around the edges and never to be cut back, mark the route to the rest of the world. The sun catches raindrops and the veins of the living. Yarrow and foxgloves tangle with ragwort.
I know it seems to be out of control? No it IS out of control. We giggle about the state of it. But when we see the colour of flowers that those hares haven’t yet eaten, our eyes have a field day…….
PS TO ALL OF YOU WHO USUALLY GET THIS BLOG IN A WEEKLY EMAIL I AM CURRENTLY TRYING TO SORT OUT THE TECHNICAL HITCH THAT HAS BLOCKED IT FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS. STAY TUNED!
The wildness is amazing–much preferred to me over a cultivated look.
Something about it really soothes the aching soul…..and chemical free of course!!
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Those flowers are filled with summer magic!
Thank goodness for feedly! And thanks for the feedback too Diana:~)
I love a wild garden the best, too, and my eyes are thanking you.
Of course you do!!! Easy on the eye and the soul……xx
Oh yes those weeds add a dimension of wild and lush. I am far behind will be catching up with your gorgeous posts soon my friend!
Donna talk about far behind!! Never worry about that, I dip in and out of things myself all the time, and you are always welcome whenever you drop by, no matter. Life is too short for shoulds. Much love x
I’ll take the wild any day!! Gorgeous!
Thanks Robin, I wish I could bi-locate and have a little bit of city at the same time:~)
Yes, that’s the perfect summer mood, and light. Brillant.