Knitting Lace in the Garden

I sat out on the patio this morning with a cup of coffee, reflecting that all of a sudden, it’s summer. The garden is morphing into a jungle, and roses are blooming. Cardinals seem to be everywhere, making chipping calls as they swoop through the air. Birds often seem to be on urgent business! Earlier, as I walked through the garden, I noticed that it almost seemed to be trimmed with lace, as so many lacy-textured plants abounded. In particular, the hulking climbing hydrangea is adorned with fluffy clouds of lace. Climbing hydrangeas can make us wait for them to bloom (about three years), but when they do finally bloom, they are spectacular every year.

The giant fleece flower (Persicaria polymorpha) is bursting into bloom, as well. I’ve noted elsewhere that as magnificent as it is, it gets attacked by Japanese beetles, and you have to decide whether its brief beauty is worth it. Right now, the plant reminds me of a soprano with a swelling bosom who is bursting into song, so it will remain.

Each flower of Tradescantia ‘Concord Grape’ opens once, but is replaced the next day by another. It will also close up during the heat of the day. But its lovely foliage and silken flowers make it an asset in the garden.

The bush clematis (Clematis recta) is covered with a lace of starry blossoms.

I love his iris,whose petals looking like sky blue silk.

Meadowsweet (Filipendula vulgaris) has flowers of old lace held up on a long stalk, with ferny leaves below.

The blue lace of wild indigo in full bloom.

A lacy island of Geranium macrorrhizum.

Mints can be a headache, but I put up with this lavender mint because it smells so good!

Even the most annoying plants have their moments–this is bishop’s weed in flower.

Here come the perennial poppies!

Roses in bloom.

Early morning in the garden, tinged with gold.

In honor of this lovely day . . .

Do Purely

The stratosphere thins,
reaching higher and higher
to a blacker zone.
Ice crystals and whisps
innocently dangle in an empty heaven,
floating free as the heavy planet turns,
its axis grinding.

Beneath the sky,
the deepest ocean growls,
rolling emeralds,
and knitting lace.

Gold and waves,
the moon, a star.
The oxygen of the sky burns.

Wade through cold stony water,
and do purely as the dawn.

4 thoughts on “Knitting Lace in the Garden

  1. Fran, do you want some meadowsweet? Mine bloomed for the first time this year and . . . well, I think it would flourish with you because, um, I don’t like it. There, I said it. I hate saying that about a plant, but I just don’t! But I want it to have a good home, so . . . would you adopt my meadowsweet??

  2. You have quite a variety of plants in your garden! Now for fun, I,ll be trying to find some examples of lacey shapes in my garden.

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