This isn't a photo from the internet. It's a picture of one of the roses in my yard. Last year's roses, of course. It's still too early to see these beauties.
Lately we've been enveloped in mist. Each day the clouds hang low and hover over all the green things beginning to peek out. More and more, second by second.
You can almost watch the leaves unfurl.
Summer is a magical time for my family. My garden is small but fruitful. We have all the perennials: asparagus and raspberries. Thyme, sage, lavender, oregano, mint, roses, echinacea, daisies, black eyed susans, phlox, bamboo, hydrangea, chicory, peony, strawberries, currents, hibiscus and hollyhock.
And soon we will plant our annuals: basil, tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, impatients, begonias, ivy, marigolds, zinnia, parsley, morning glorys, moonflowers, and loads of beautiful wild nasturtium.
I can't wait to put my hands in the ground. Especially now that my book is on submission and my head is in the clouds.