Garden Notes, Late April — Here in the Bonny Glen

April 26, 2009 @ 7:55 pm | Filed under: Gardening

This post is for me, just so I’ll know what was blooming when. Also I think my mother will like to hear how fruitful her labors were this winter and spring.

I’m laughing at the bare mulch behind the children in the pictures on my last two posts. That’s the only part of the yard where things aren’t awash in flowers, but it’s where we sit in the afternoons because that’s the only bit of grass with shade. And the mulch bed is bare for the same reason there’s shade: the neighbor’s pepper trees tower over the fence, blocking all afternoon sun. I’ve tried some (shade-loving) impatiens there but they didn’t amount to much.

The rest of the yard, though, oh my. An abundance of bloom.

Currently in flower:

scabiosa
sunflower
jasmine
ice plant
cranesbill
salvia (red and purple)
columbine (fading)
moss roses
Mexican sage
um, those little white flowers
African daisies
yellow daisies
nasturtium
thyme
freesia
lavender
snapdragons
petunias
geranium
stock (not looking good though)
those purple things, nemesia maybe? pink ones too
strawberries
alyssum
bougainvillea
cape honeysuckle
cosmos
the pansies are on their last legs
oh the lovely poppies!

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sarah says:

what a garden! I shall not show my Rose, she’ll go getting Ideas.
Posted on April 26th, 2009 at 8:26 pm
Mary Ellen Barrett says:

So lovely. Can I fly you out to do a consult on my poor yard. The construction devastated the landscape and I am lost as to how to proceed. I love all of your flowers.
Posted on April 27th, 2009 at 3:54 am
Kristen says:

Gasping, yet again! What a paradise – I wonder if I’m too late to plant that lovely scabiosa. So pretty!
Posted on April 27th, 2009 at 5:59 pm
Melissa Wiley says:

Can you believe how much it’s grown since you were here? It was such a bitty little clump then you probably didn’t even notice it.

The yard isn’t very impressive, as suburban gardens go. One mediocre flowerbed along the patio and the one big bed along the back fence where my mom did so much work in January. I’m amazed at how fast that bed is filling in, and how much is in bloom at once. But real landscapers & gardens wouldn’t be particularly impressed. We’re comparing it to the dirt and weeds of last summer, and it really does seem like a paradise to us.
Posted on April 27th, 2009 at 6:34 pm
Melissa Wiley says:

Mary Ellen, two words for you: Bluestone Perennials! When we moved to Virginia in 2002, our front border was a mess of overgrown weeds. I dug it all out and planted a Bluestone Perennials starter garden. Lots of pretty flowers the first year, and by the second year it was filling in beautifully. The third spring it was breathtaking.

Came with a layout diagram which made the whole thing so easy. It was hard to say goodbye to those flowers when we moved!
Posted on April 27th, 2009 at 6:37 pm

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