I’m rather amazed that I’ve celebrated Bloom Day for weeks now. Gardeners in Central Texas took a beating this dry summer with 68 days over 100º. But in my east Austin garden, the team rallied when the rains finally came, with barely a player missing.
The cosmos/chile pequin/purple sweet potato vine team bounced back to join Carol’s May Dreams Bloom Day, a virtual tour of what’s up in gardens all over the world.
Last year, I divided a shrimp plant for the front bed, and planted a bamboo muhly at the end of that stretch. In their infant states, it took a lot of imagination to see this as a good thing. They’ve convinced me that it was.
This spring, when I moved a sickly Valentine rose into a pot on the patio’s sunny side, I owed it a chance. It wasn’t its fault that I’d taken a chance by plopping it where it got its minimum daily dose of sun. Valentine’s rebound, since week one, reminds me yet again: don’t think you can change a plant’s mind about what it wants.
New Dawn on the cat cove trellis, renewed after I cut it to nubs in February.
The Fairy rose, undaunted by its grinding hot curbside in front.
‘Country Girl’ mums in the den bed.
This is just a sample of what’s blooming after two tough years. I guess it’s why gardeners don’t ever give up.
Happy Bloom Day! Linda