The side-yard is amazing after all the rain. The weigela is in riotous bloom. The delicate heads of the climbing hydrangea on the end-post of the pergola are showing signs of doing the same. Change is in the air. This is our last spring in this lovely place. New adventures await. To grow is to gain and to lose, at once to mourn and to dance. What better place than the garden?

I was just planning to go check out my latest mulching project, when half-way down the stairs to the garden, I saw this. Speechless, I just stood there, then went to get the camera.  It has been raining non-stop. The clematis shouldn't be in bloom yet. But on this humid May morning, they were.  It was like wandering into paradise. Raindrops are clinging to the leaves. Those flowerheads are larger than my extended hand. I could sense the Divinity passing through the garden in the cool of the day. And I was privileged to witness the breathtaking sight.

Iris, the storied fleur de lis of French royalty and one of my perennial favorites, are making their extravagant presence felt in the yard right now.  Early spring bulbs and other bloomers may kick the gardening season off with color and flair. Still, I can't help but feel they are no match for the iris with its delicate-veined petals and the velvety striping at the flower's heart. Even after the blooming season is past, the spiked leaves add so much zip and zing to the textures of the garden. Meanwhile, rains, heavy at times, are forecast.  Now or never, I thought---time to race out and capture the Siberian variety along the fence before they are beaten down and need to be dead-headed.  Carpe diem.

I went to lunch with a friend today. The sun was shining and warm after a week of rain. We settled on a restaurant along Peconic Bay. When we arrived, a professional gardening "intervention" company was replacing the dead kale and fall mums with a whimsical assortment of grasses, johnny-jump-ups, salvia and dwarf bushes. Even the thought of food couldn't stop me from rummaging in my purse for the camera to capture the moment. Beauty can thrive in even the tiniest of places.

Ode to a Long Island spring

The lilacs are in bloom...wow, the perfume is heady after all the rain we've been having. Even as we contemplate with excitement our upcoming fall move to Tempe, AZ, there are moments that leave me feeling wistful. This is one of them. The wisteria is creeping over the garden gate and has become a thick ceiling over the pergola. I will miss this North Fork Eden of ours. But then I think of the adventure ahead and a whole new world of plants that await! 

Back again...after a year blogging for NORTH FORK PATCH, I'm back on my own. With a move to Tempe, AZ in the near future, my gardening experience is about to take a quantum leap. A whole new world of flora and fauna is opening to me. Combined with my summers gardening in Michigan, the prospect of whole new gardening horizons is truly exciting. A California friend gave me a cool cactus to get me started. Right now it is sprouting like mad in the window of our New York apartment. This is only the beginning.  Stay tuned!!!