
There is a delicate balance in the garden right now. The colors are vibrant and the leaves are lush, but it's the time of year when there are more buds fading than blooming, and upsetting the watering schedule might be more than the flowers can take.

So I water diligently.

Some mornings, while everything is still damp, I grab my camera and get close to the flowers and record how everything is changing. It's when I appreciate my garden the most.

Like the way the leaves on the lady's mantle look like petals themselves, and how the water droplets look like glitter.

And how the petals of the coneflower look like insect wings, precarious and firm all at once.

And how the crocosmia finally did bloom and how the color of it is much too hot for this garden.

And how this hydrangea will always be one of my favorites—each bloom its own complete little bouquet.

And on these same mornings, I actually stop and smell the roses though I have no idea what types of roses they are. Is it okay to say that I'm not much of a rose person? People love their roses, I know, and they are very pretty but they are also very fussy. Too fussy for me with their black spot, their aphids, their thorny branches…the list goes on. So I leave my rosebushes alone completely and marvel that they bloom at all.
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Well, I think that completes our tour for today. Thank you for visiting!
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