spitbug

avens?

yellow rose

red clover

new oregon grapes

nasturtium

mysterious weed again

creeping violets?

I don't know; they're everywhere along the edge of the lawn, here. Long, trailing, and bitter-smelling.

purple iris

white foxglove

bicolour foxglove

web dew

arbutus

The king he had a daughter fair; Arbutus was her name.

...

Cast off, cast of your very brown gown, and stand upon the stone, for if you be a maid or none, the truth it must be known.

...

And she's cast off her very brown gown, and let the gown fall free, but before the hem did touch the ground, she's turned into a tree.

Her lover became the gentle breeze; through her branches he does play, and she sheds off her soft brown bark, until this very day.

(Paddy Graber)

zwiebelturm

hollyhock

new feverfew blossoms

chamomile leaves

This little patch of hardy roman chamomile provides me with a big jar stuffed with blossoms every year - enough for my whole family of chamomile-drinkers, and some to share. I pick them as they blossom and dry them on a little stretched cloth in the house, every few days putting the dried blossoms in the jar. But not yet... still waiting for the first blossom.

strawberry blossom

strawberries

We ate these for dessert last night - our midsummer treat: fresh warm strawberries with whipping cream. Mmmmmmm.

wineberry buds

new boysenberries

new blueberries

new apple

aging iris

wild columbine

When we were little, my brother and I "had" an area of the public forest we called our "garden". Actually we usually fought over whose garden exactly, it was, based on who had discovered it first, and who could prove it, or whether that mattered, since we never staked our claim... But anyway, that is beside the point. In June of every year, this beautiful garden sprouted these wild columbine, like little gifts from the sunshine. We used to stop there and sit down sometimes to fight over who owned them. :--)
Today I discovered this one by the creek, here. I'll show it to Adrian tomorrow.

new salal berries

huckleberries

white harebell

sun, rain, sun, rain, sun, rain, sun...

It's been doing this for a while, now. Making the berries fat, and sending slugs out into the flowers to feast. All the roses are blooming, and most of the herbs. The moss rose is getting so much water that it's going to seed from the centre of the blossoms without the blossoms ever opening up completely! No rosehips; just seeds. Weird.

And the huckleberries are ripe; time for pie!

sage blossoms

poppy

thyme

mysterious weed

this grows happily in my herb garden. it seems to be annual, but reseeds in various unpredictable locations. time to start looking these plants up...

yellow rose

My mother gave this to me. It smells like sweet lemons. Beautiful!

wild rose from my parents' home in the Shuswap

wild rose

red rugosa rose

This one makes me think of the Sleeping Beauty. If ever I needed an impenetrable living fence, this would be it. Impenetrable of course, to all but slugs. Hmph.

red climbing rose

moss rose

maidenhair fern

I know I know... I've done this twice already.
But I love them! It's such a cradle!

lavender

Click this to see the dainty spiderwebs encasing it. :-)

horse chestnut

mmm... honeysuckle

honeysuckle

I like the way the flowers burst out, like little arms offering sweets to passersby...

hayfever

bah
big clouds of pollen drifting up from the grasses

grapes beginning

Grandma's rose

my mother chose this rose; Grandma's ashes are feeding it. Isn't she beautiful?

plant in the creek

no idea what this is
maybe some sort of primrose, because it has 4 petals... I wish I knew...

corn

... just documenting the corn's progress...

still many MANY weeks to go before we eat it!

ah! slugs!

It doesn't matter what I do, the millions of slugs (no that is not an exaggeration) that live in my garden, take great pleasure in climbing the stems of my poor flowers and and munching them to death before ever they bloom. This was the first nastrutium bud in my garden. It will likely not be the first to open.

water in the creek!