Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
This is the Circle Yard. I envision a white garden. A cool area, dripping with white fox glove, gardenia, white roses, and all sorts of dark green lushness. What I have is a dry, sun baked patch of scratchiness. At the bottom left of the photo - right above the little concrete edging you can see the peonies are coming back! I have never had peonies. I have a lot of hope pinned on two of them - they are supposed to be large and white forming the entrance to the white garden.
This is a white...
This one is pink with a yellow center...
These are deep red - the pink and red are placed outside of the white garden. I'm so hopeful I have already put the support structure up to hold all their masses of glorious beauty!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
This is the Pink Perfection Camellia that i have taken so many air layerings from. I am trying to build up enough to go all the way down the fence line. This camellia has an upright growth habit and has been very disease resistant since I have lived here.
This unknown camellia is down in the "waydown", and is overflowing with flowers.
This is a favorite of everyone who braves the trip to the "waydown". They call it peppermint stripe, i don't know its correct name, it's just a camellia that we inherited.
This camellia needs to be air layered and put into work along the fence line also. The picture seems light - the flowers really look red in real life.
The Linten Roses have put on a show for the Season of Lent. These are old hellebores from a famous local garden that was dismantled by a local doctor and then funeral home. This one is white.
I think these purple are my favorite.
These are kind of a mix - slightly white purples. Behind them you see the fence where i hope to plant a long row of camellias soon. That brick structure is the laundry for the house. Inside is a huge black iron "bowl" big enough to take a bath. Under it a fire was built and the laundry was boiled. You can see the little chimney there. The house dates to about 1882.
Here's a close up view.
Like my daughter, this little gal never tires of reading, she is usually shaded by hostas, but they haven't awakened yet.
Finally, here's a shot of narcissus, with Italian Arum coming right behind it to hide their slow dying that comes later.
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