April seems not to have gotten the hint. April, we're through. It's over. I've moved on to May, who's a lot hotter. I'm ready for flowers, not showers.
Alas, no flowers on the balcony garden yet, but plenty of buds and interesting colors. I've come to love the deep aubergine hue of this heuchera, even though I hate its stringy flowers and immediate pinch them off. It's virtually indestructable - something I realized when I dropped it on its head, left it for dead, and froze its ass off this winter. Now that it's back, I feel slightly guilty for being such a brute. The leaves look lovely against the kelly green color of the Graham Thomas rose bush, the electric lime of the Japanese maple (which has been changing weekly), and the plum of the sand cherry (many thanks to those who helped me identify it - this little tree likes having a name).
Deb and I stopped by Sprout Home yesterday, which was such a visual feast. So many beautiful flowering plants - I could barely control myself. I blame Deb entirely for the purchase of this fragrant climbing jasmine, which now sits on the balcony just outside our livingroom window.
So many plants, so little space. Our balcony is only 4' x 14' and it's terribly difficult to be disciplined when faced with such achingly beautiful blossoms.
Hope you are all doing well. It's so nice to be back here.