Showing posts with label "rugosa rose". Show all posts
Showing posts with label "rugosa rose". Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Fragrance and Mirth


Time spent in the garden today makes one feel wealthy beyond measure.  Sweet fragrance from multiple sources makes late May days here special.  Dame's rocket, Hesperis matronalis, is a common weed,  an escape  from colonial gardens.  Arctic hardiness makes it a survivor.  I allow it to grow in the garden because of its sweet scent.  Morning finds it nearly scentless but by afternoon the air is filled with sweetness.


Black locust, Robinia pseudoacacia, is a common weed tree here.  Natural rot resistance makes it an excellent choice for fence posts.  Twisting grain and thorns limit commercial value but its flowers are a treasure.  Locust is frost sensitive.  It is one of the last trees to leaf out and a late frost decimates the buds.  Flowers one year in five are all one can hope for.  This year we are three weeks past our last frost so locust flowers cover the trees.  Their scent floats on the breeze filling the garden.



A Rugosa rose carries a massive load of familiar scent.  We need to become better stewards of this plant. It marches on despite our neglect.  Perhaps next year will find it growing in the garden rather than in a stone path.



Lemon lily, L.lilioasphodelus,  has a long history of cultivation. Color alone would make it an excellent garden subject. Its fragrance is sweet beyond description. We find the plant hardy but not the flower buds. Most years we lose the buds to frost but this year the lemon lily is putting on quite a show.  These sweet smelling days in the garden are treasured by us.  We can easily put aside the lengthy list of things needing planting and beds needing weeded to  find a moment to enjoy the scents surrounding us.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

A Garden of Friends

This apricot colored iris was given to me by my next door neighbor Liz before we moved here. I was lucky to get this picture because the hailstorm was devastating to these flowers.

Elle's yellow rugosa roses have the wonderful rose fragrance that we all remember. I always watch for thorns and bees  when I stop to smell these roses.


These Siberian iris came from Jane. They didn't do much for me at first, but
I finally found a spot where they are happy. This year they are gorgeous!

An old friend of my mother's, Thelma H. gave me this yellow sedum. It is a ground cover in the true sense of the word. It's also one of those plants that I have to weed out, and it pains me every time. No wonder, just look at that color.

Plants from gardening friends are truly the gift that keeps on giving! Who could be unhappy with that?