I was genuinely shocked when I returned to Dawson last Saturday and saw how green everything was. When I left the buds were barely out on the trees and while it was summer in my heart, it looked like we had a long time to go before Nature was going to catch up. But I almost didn't recognize the place when I got back.
It's growing like mad out there. Lovely poppies like these have started to appear in my yard:
the rosebush outside because it was getting in the way on the windowsill. It doesn't look like it plans to bloom again any time soon, but the new foliage has an equally lovely colour.
I don't really have high hopes for anything I planted, and fully expect my attention to wander to other projects long before the growing season is over. I will probably keep watering the porch plants, if only because it is so refreshing. It was a hot hot day today, and getting my feet all went in the early evening was remarkably refreshing. And Ben did say something about mint juleps and mojitos when he planted all that mint...