One of the first 'climbing lianas' to flower in my garden... I have inherited a beautiful old fashioned Clematis from my grandma but it's a summer-flowering one. And these early ones are all a couple of years old, I have misplaced most of their ID cards and forgot their names, so you'll just have to put up with my ignorance ;-)
Clematis 'Warsaw Nike'
Weigela 'Evita'
Digitalis & Salvia nemorosa
Rhododendron 'Anna Rose Whitney'
In times of droughts like the last few weeks, the water well in the backyard gives me a full-time job of walking about like a nutjob with a hose, or scrolling around with sprinklers. And by now, you might have guessed that today is a rainy day, and thus I have found some time to post!
thankfully, I'm not the only nutjob in the garden... these two don't wear the hose, they rather beat about the bush all day...
more furry friends at the garden gate:'' How come they can go in and we can't ? '' It could just be for the fact that cats don't take orders, they take the message and get back to you...later ;-)
one final glimpse at the last Allium, before they retreat their lovely heads and come back next spring
a diary of my continental garden in Croatia, South Central Europe
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea and the music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more.”
How did it all start ?
As a child, I spent my happiest moments playing in my grandma's garden. Apart from the precious memories, I was left with a wonderful legacy - the green thumb ;-), of course, and a garden that has made me an eternal captive.
''To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch the renewal of life - this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.''