For years, these grew densely among the periwinkles alongside our driveway. Now there are a few clumps of Lillies of the Valley just starting to blossom. I suspect mulching with compost for two or three years would dramatically revive these plants.
I haven’t been home much in the past four months. My dad moved out of our family home and I’ve been in Ithaca making repairs and moving stuff out. I’m hoping to have the house ready to rent in June so a property manager can start showing it. All that to explain why I don’t know exactly what’s blooming in my garden.
Still, I like to participate in Garden Bloggers Bloom day, so I captured what’s abloom in my dad’s yard. Things are a lot different from when I lived here as a kid. Rhubarb is gone from the old patch and there’s no evidence of the sandbox or the tomato garden that occupied its space after we kids outgrew it.
The borders Mom planted each spring with annuals now sport evergreen shrubs. The trilliums that grew near the garage are gone, and Dad’s previously over-pampered rose bush barely peeks out from behind an evergreen hedge. English ivy, periwinkles, and lilies of the valley still grow along the driveway, but they’re beaten down. Once a lush, green display, this space clearly needs soil additives to perk up its plants.
Well… it is what it is. After 52 years, the family no longer lives here. Soon, tenants will take over, and chances are the ornamental plantings will receive attention only from the deer that often graze in the yard. I enjoyed what is abloom here, and I hope you will, too.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t know when I was a kid that this was a periwinkle. I certainly didn’t know it was a periwinkle when I photographed it this morning. I used to harvest these flowers to make little gift vases for my mom.
My dad went on today about how the lilacs are nicer this year than they’ve been in years. Our lone lilac tree has looked sketchy to me since I was five years old—and that hasn’t changed… but the blossoms are gorgeous.
There’s a good chance these flowers will be sour cherries in early July. Dad planted the sour cherry tree long after I moved out, and he has enjoyed many harvests from it. I planted a sour cherry tree about five years ago and it’s still deciding when it’s going to produce its first harvest.
Until this morning, here’s what I knew about woodruff: May Wine is a sweetened white wine, usually low quality. Some people serve it in May and add woodruff, a traditional seasoning. Not much context. Who serves May Wine? Whose traditions? I think it’s a German thing, and I’ve enjoyed my share of May Wine over the years. This morning, for the first time ever, I learned to recognize woodruff. It’s pretty but beware. My dad tells me it grows enthusiastically and will take over a planting bed or yard if you give it the chance.