I must say that participating in Cathy’s Words and Herbs Tuesday View blog was the motivation for getting the Memorial Garden ready on Tuesday of fest week.
The Hill is buzzing with pollinators in the flowers and artists in full creative frenzy this week. Roland has been creating amazing field sculptures.
The work on preparing the fields is nonstop. Mowing with every cutting implement we have available and can get running is the order of the week, followed by raking and moving the cuttings.
My Memorial Garden mulch comes from our own tree limbs getting chipped up in a shredder. I think it looks super!
The memorial stone to Tex is placed between his yellow rose bush and the cannabis. Fitting.
“You can stay as long as you like….“
The Memorial Garden is ready to add annual, decorations and mulch. There is an unexpected patch of sunflowers coming up. I made flower bouquets for my daughter’s wedding in 2013. There have been self seeded sunflowers all through the garden ever since.
Beulah’s giant yellow flowers are spurting up up up. They will take over this whole area if I don’t vigilantly keep them in place. Beulah is gone now and I miss her often. She was 35 years older than me and we talked deeply together. The little church where we worshipped and prayed with each other is closed now, but her voice and wisdom comes to me often. I sing In The Garden to her.
Lilac time is over until next year. Now it’s time to prune them back. I will greet you again next year, my sweet friends.
The flowering quince has leaves but did not flower. I am hoping next year it will be more established. It was brought to the hill by blues man extraordinaire, Patrick and his magic daughter Erin.
Zula is keeping an eye on the activity. She thinks the petunias and Sweet William area will look fabulous in a few weeks. I agree, Zula doggy!
The Tuesday View is hosted by Cathy on her Words and Herbs blog. I look forward to watching gardens from all over the world as the grow through the season. I feel part of a garden community and it brings great joy to me. Thanks to my garden comrades!