June has arrived in Bootjack with more than its usual drama.
Shall we take a little safari?
Looking in from the driveway, a leafy mass of Toyon, Redbud, Oak, and Maple obscure the house. This is the leading edge of what will someday be a mostly native plant garden on the hillside above the house. This year's lush growth and small successes have really encouraged me to keep pursuing this project. It's not going to be easy finding things that will thrive on this terrible hillside, and my shoestring budget demands that I propagate most of the plants myself. Definitely a giant learning experience.
As you walk in the front gate, little white shrub roses are busting out of their enclosure.
These are my first success with cuttings.
Here we are inside the gate. Columbine has gone to seed and Bee Balm is taking over.
Soon the front garden will be filled with round, purple flowers
and the buzzing of a thousand bees.
The little maple is following the roof line and snaking around the corner and up the front of the house. What an odd little tree. It's almost as if its stem is sentient.
Directly across from the bench Salvia 'Hot Lips', Coreopsis and Deer Grass are growing together with such a wild attitude.
'Hot Lips' is a stupid name. I love this plant.
It deserves more respect.
So does the maid who actually discovered it.
Here we are looking at the front border from the other direction.
See what I mean about these guys? They are just as unruly as they can be.
Popping up anywhere and everywhere.
Not even bothering to stay in the flower beds.
Possibly the tidiest spot on the whole garden. This is under the front window.
Alpine strawberries smell wonderful. The fruit that you miss just kind of dries on the plants and gives off a subtle strawberry potpourri fragrance. Very nice under an open window.
Here in the front garden, orderly tufts of Dianthus are giving way to the much wilder looking Agastache.
Grass and clover are running up and over the rock border.
You can't tell where the lawn ends and the flower bed begins anymore.
Let's hike on around to the jungle in the back now.
Looking down the hill from the back patio, more Bee Balm on the left
and Blackberries shooting up every which way.
Just to the right, here are Peggy's Iris in full bloom.
This was actually a few weeks ago. My friend dug up her garden and moved away a while back.
I miss her so very much.
Cher named them for me. They are 'So Grand'.
I half expect Blackberry vines to bust up through the floor, circle my ankles, and drag me down.
Just look at them! I've never seen so many little berries.
Can you see the Buckeye in the background?
Everything seems to be in the background.
That's because you're always looking through something tall.
Here we are in the vegetable garden, looking through cabbage and potatoes and one gigantic chamomile into the rose garden.
We never get Spring roses. I hope you will indulge me a bit here...
And back again at the vegetables from the roses. The garden beds are buried!
Out through the garage door, the plants are shutting off all exits.
Just in case you're getting claustrophobic, let's pull back a little.
Here you see our shade trees fully leafed out and the biggest Catalpa in bloom. Blooming in the back border right now are Parsley, Maltese Cross, Yarrow, and Weeds. Maltese Cross with its bright red color is a wonderful plant for attracting hummingbirds and butterflies.
From behind the back border to the house. Those roses are disturbingly large and the last of the Columbine are flopping out over the walkway. There is a point in every garden year when the plants reach critical mass and just kind of explode.
Turning a little to the right, it's mayhem out there!
I like mayhem. I like it a lot.
What do you suppose they're running from?
I hope it's not the monkeys.
I hope it's not the monkeys.