Thursday, May 31, 2018

The Garden of High Spring: May Opens the Door, the Poppies (and Other Contemporaries) Pop Out








     My theory is there's a lot of water in the ground this year.
Lots of water means lots of plants.
Many, many plants necessarily include a stunningly large helping of weeds.
        Lots of water means lots of of all sorts of other life as well. 
        Birds in the trees, mobbing the bird feeder. Lots of food out there by now, guys!
        But they chitter and chirp and dive-bomb the feeder stations. Pulling the seed out, and shouting the whole day, just as if they've just arrived from a long winter vacation.
         That abundance of life includes living things we sometimes unhappily encounter withdrawing blood from our exposed flesh.
       A lush, wet, warming-up is good for mosquitoes and other living things.
       No roses without thorns.
           ...
So where to start? Poppies: popping up all over.
They spread, growing each year more dense, turning our little piece of sidewalk-side plot into a fertile hillside in western Asia.Very clannish, they all come out together. Bloom in huge muddle of paper electric-orange petals, blow all at once, then drop those crepe-paper petals on the sidewalk altogether. The entire cycle lasting but a couple of weeks.
         The second photo down enshrines our rescue of the premature poppy bud that broke off before opening. Anne put it in water in a tiny vase, with only a miniscule seam of orange showing. I doubted it would blossom. The next day it time-lapsed in front of our eyes. By the time I got the camera out, the flower was shrugging off the last corner of its covering like a teenager kicking off a shoe. The short, exuberant life of the Mister Mucho Orange.
       The second shot is a group poppy flop-in from the first couple days of opening. I suppose if these things happened all the time, I wouldn't pay so much attention. But it's only once a year.
         Poppies lead the parade into clematis. In the top photo they are forcing their way up to the porch and through the railings. As if dropping for tea. Actually, I think they expect champagne.
        Columbine, fourth photo down, takes a bow in May as well.
Lilac season, fourth pic down, very exuberant as well ths year. The two lilac trees look a lot different, but their blooms look and behave a lot alike, and we are still in high perfume.
Wiegelia sharing front yard billing with one of the lilacs.
           Have I mentioned Iris, a solid late-May performer, often showing well into June. Two big whites were the first to open, the day before we left to spend Memorial Day weekend in the Berkshires. The Siberian Iris just above igreeted us among a full platoon of his fellows on our return.bearded
        The fourth photo down depicts the Columbine, another mid-May favorite. 
         The sixth photo down shows the white allium that pop up every year all over the garden by means of their own devising.