The garden is looking very summery. The rudbeckia (black-eyed susan) is a big splash in the sea of color. The joe pye weed is glorious in its shades of pinky purple. There are lots of butterflies and humming birds.
A garden is a place to stop and observe. People miss so much if they do not take quiet time and enjoy the solitude. When you drive by the color and beauty are visible, but the amazing earth creations are even more beautiful up close.
One of those beauties is the Hydrangea bushes. This is the season for Hydrangeas. We planted a Hydrangea tree near the arbor in memory of Joe Monroe a few years ago, and it is just beautiful. We have some bushes that came out of Marion and Joe’s yard that are doing well for the first time this year.
Hydrangeas are the large showy flower in many older gardens. There are both bushes and trees and now with the new hybrids, the varieties are amazing. When I was younger, I was not fond of the big balloon-like flowers. My grandmother had some, and they would get all brown and messy when the flowers were spent. Gram never heard of deadheading. Now there are so many different varieties. I especially like the ones that are on Joe’s tree. They are kind of like a plume with a pointed end. When you look closer, it is flowers inside a flower. The large bloom is a mass of smaller, very dainty four-petal flowers. I have a newer hybrid of the hydrangea that starts in bloom pure white, but as the blossoms age they go from a pink to a darker maroon. It is in bloom for almost two months and the hummers love it.
I have tried to propagate the hydrangea in my yard and started with cuttings. The books say that you can root them in water or plant them in starting soil and root tone. This did not work for my variety, so I decided to take a branch and bury it in the dirt. I did this last year, and this year it seems like they have taken but I am not taking any chances. I thought that I would cut the branch to the mother bush and leave it in the ground until spring. I really want one of these in the Ski Bowl garden. Gardening takes patience, and I am not too patient sometimes.