Early June Garden Fragrances Merge ~ A Potpourri of Pinks With Touches of White ~ Roses and Pink Lilacs

Quietly strolling through the early June gardens . . .  while a gentle breeze whispers and restores, numerous birds sing and dart here and there, Tree Swallows silently sweep the sky, dozens of butterflies flit about the shrubberies and layers of fragrances merge . . .  feels quite close to heavenly.  

Rosa Rugosa and Miss Canada Lilac are very compatible in color and scent and are truly the flora stars of this late spring rambling garden.

Rosa Rubrifloia 'Glauca', Rosa Rugosa 'Purple Pavement' in North Garden

Delicate Rosa Rubrifloia 

Rosa Rugosa 'Purple Pavement'

Delicious!

Rosa Rugosa 'Purple Pavement' in North Garden

Unknown old fashion rose in South Rock Garden 

Unknown white Rosa Rugosa in North Garden

Looking between Apple tree trunks up toward Middle Garden

'Miss Canada' Lilac, Beauty bush and Rosa Rugosa  ~ Lovely shades of pink as seen from the barn studio door.

Tiger Swallowtails were all over the florets of 'Miss Canada' Lilac just outside the barn studio windows.

Looking north and down from the upstairs apartment window Miss Canada Lilac and Beauty bush spread out nicely. 

Spirea 'Bridal Wreath' spills over between 'Miss Canada' Lilac and Beauty bush just outside barn studio at sunset.

A waterfall of white Spirea  'Bridal Wreath' 

I do get lost when walking out into our jungle-like gardens . . . camera around my neck, garden gloves and pruners in my pocket . . . hours go by without my noticing. I feel like a member of a wild community and there are many small eyes warily watching my movements. 

Ms. Bluebird is busy building her second nest, in the same nestbox (after I cleaned it out), in the middle garden! Yeah! The Baltimore Orioles, Phoebes and Tree Swallows are steadfastly caring for their young and countless other birds are too . . . in hidden places I have yet to discover. 

I am always discovering something new within this lush landscape and love how it merges with my softer sanguine self, to create an inner peace. For . . . have I mentioned . . .  our gardens are like a jungle? Yes, I have a few times at least. After long years of anxious angst, I have accepted . . .  that the gardens have a life of their own . . .  and I have yielded to it . . . mostly.

Weeding to any major extent is impossible without a full-time staff of three or four . . . with two part-time helpers we are able to keep things we care about alive and at least give them a head start on the invasives. I have come to enjoy the rather overflowing garden floor and luckily most of my plants and shrubs reach high above the carpet of bishop's weed, bedstraw and (right now) comfrey. The comfrey will be cut down once the flowers have passed (pollinators adore the generous nectar) and I will continue to add more natives that are robust enough to survive here. 

One thing that survives here with no trouble at all . . . is the pure magical quality of surprise and suspense.  

Herbaceous Peonies Throughout the Gardens

Herbaceous peonies are lusciously and clumsily spilling over in various parts of the gardens. 

First . . .  a long row of peonies . . . the remnants of an old bed . . . running down towards the 'Middle Meadow Garden' . . .  seem to hold a buttery glow within their plentiful and wholesome whorls. 

Below along the 'Terrace Path' leading up to the 'Upper Garden' . . . 

a lovely single peony survives beneath French lilacs . . . smiling . . . in hopes that as I pass by . . .  I might pull the bedstraw and bishop's weed threatening her show. Of course, I always do.

Stepping into the 'Upper Garden' . . . mostly growing wildly . . . 

two toned . . .  red speckles and soft pink folds of petals reach out above the green sea of bishop's weed. 

Nearby within the 'Upper Garden' . . . wet and full . . . the same cultivar peony as those in the long row above . . .  looking a bit disheveled, after the rain . . . within the dappled light. 

Venturing back down the stairs into the 'Lower Garden' . . . 

a mauve, white and blue palette of singles and salvias awaits.  

Bright sunlight creates such a different mood from that of the earlier early morning photos above.

Blossoms fully alive and alert to all earthly sensations 

Walking over towards the 'North Garden' . . . 

Full bodied blooms barely stand beneath a Rosa Rugosa. These were planted only about ten years ago . . . the name of the cultivar is on the tip of my tongue. The beautybush in the distance adds to the drama.

Then . . .  just over to the left . . . behind the 'Writer's Studio' near a late blooming lilac . . . 

A single vibrant mauve peony reflects the light. 

Lastly . . . similar in color to the delicate blooms above . . .  around the corner at the edge of the 'North Garden' . . . 

mouthwatering moments mingle . . . 

with unfurling . . . nearly falling over . . . 

textures and fragrances merge . . . another Rosa Rugosa looks down upon . . . 

joyous light filled peonies. 

Ah, but now the rain is doing its thing and I will have to go out tomorrow and cut off the larger peony heads and await the buds again. 

No matter . . . herbaceous peonies are so grand and I have so much room . . . even if I can only enjoy the full blown blooms for a day or two, before buckets of rainfall makes them heady and heavy . . . resembling a type of mop. 

They truly are rather conspicuous beauties and give very little to the pollinators . . . I rarely see any bees in these, as I have often seen filling their pollen baskets inside the Tree Peonies. 

I confess to loving more delicate flowers first, but there is room enough within me too . . .  to enjoy them all . . . especially in a more rambling and wildly cultivated setting. 

Dear Readers, I apologize for not knowing the names of any of these bounteous blooms. Ten and even  twenty-five years have passed and I cannot find my records right now. 

Tree Peony ~ Unfurling For Over 3,000 Years

 Tree Peonies in the garden are a horticultural and cultural link to ancient China. Actually, early on these bodacious beauties were grown for medicinal purposes, but who could deny that they feed and heal the spirit as well. 

A small shrub that survives in my jungle of a garden, reaching up towards four feet, high above the horrid ocean of bishop's weed . . . that haunts me by day and even in my dreams.
Here are a few portraits capturing some of the many moods of our elegant Tree Peonies . . . wearing jewel-like droplets, honeybees and sometimes becoming chalices of light. 

  

  

Holding the sun and years of history within folds of petals.

Tree Peonies bloom earlier than their herbaceous cousins and retain their large woody stems even when the plant is dormant.
I am tempted to break my vow of only adding native plants to my multi-cultural gardens henceforth . . .  and sneaking a few more of China's national flowers in between some of our natives.