The garden is thriving, in that early summer explosion of flowers. The peonies, in particular, are huge and outrageous. They are the opera singers of the garden. The scent of mock orange drifts on the wind, reminding me of my childhood. Roses are opening, old favorites in apricot cream and pale pink, and a new deep red. By the gate there’s a perfect little scene of pink roses, green clematis tendrils and chartreuse blooms of ladies mantle. While the garden is beautiful as a whole, it’s often these moments that thrill me the most, a small scene of perfectly balanced colour that makes my heart sing.
Maureen
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