During the two weeks of summer here in North West Montana, it is a flurry of activity . The long summer hours beckon you outdoors late into the evening . I happen to like the flowers and gardening .This is the legacy my mother leaves me , an appreciation for the finer blooms in life that are fleeting but exquisite.There is a metaphor there somewhere I believe.
I inherited some lavender beds with the house I found waiting for me in the Valley. Several years of neglect and winter plowing had left the area wanting for attention. I finally managed to get to this on the list of many chores outside. The hardest part is dodging the bumble bees and hornets. The bumbles are not so aggressive but I can't say as much for the hornets. They are just cranky.
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| Joyful lavender |
So for now the lavender is mulched and blooming with great enthusiasm. I have finished the beds with two small Dwarf Alberta Spruce that I rescued from the Arboretum south of Helena one December day. They are doing nicely. The owner of the arboretum had rescued them from a nursery going out of business. I suppose that makes them twice rescued. I remember stuffing 7 trees into the Corolla and sailing back down the Swan Highway at dusk rocketing back to the cozy house in the woods.
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| Dwarf Alberta Spruce |
Now for the next project ! Always some thing to do during the short summer . Quickly before the snow flies again.