The front garden. Ox-eye daisies, peonies, and roses. |
My
camera died this spring, most inconveniently during spring flowering
season. It was a Canon Power Shot SX150
DX, the first digital camera I’d bought for myself, and I’d gotten some
wonderful shots with it. I’d consulted my niece Jennifer, who is a photographer, and she said it was a good camera, but suggested I go up to the next level. I am sorry to say that the next level sounded a bit too complicated for my comfort level and I chickened out. The 150 was a good camera and it lasted me a long time, but it finally got tired of being dropped in the
garden too many times and refused to work. I carried it around in the front pouch of my garden sweatshirt, and it was always sliding out. That left me with only film cameras which I was not inclined to use. I was used to the instant gratification of being able to see my
pictures right away, and fiddle with them.
Frank
lent me his little HP Photosmart M537, the same model as my first digital
camera, and I made do with it for a while.
Since the community center was closed due to the Covid-19 epidemic, I
wasn’t working and couldn’t afford to buy a new camera. I thought I’d pick right back up with the HP,
but found it hard to get used to. The
view screen is less than half the size of the SX 150, and my eyesight is
certainly not as good as it was when I’d last used the Photosmart, so I had a
lot of trouble getting my shots in focus.
Some came out quite well, but most were fuzzy to say the least.
Tired
of listening to my frustration, my husband presented me with an early
anniversary present. A new camera! A wonderful new camera! It is a Canon Power Shot SX 420 DX, and as I
immediately discovered, it is hard to take a bad picture with it. After the obligatory pictures of Frank giving
me the finger (my children hate having their pictures taken), my dresser and my
cat, I took it out to the garden. The
timing of the gift was perfect, as I received it at the height of peony
season. These were taken on June 17, the
first batch of pictures I took with the new camera. (No, I am not going to post that picture of
Frank.) And, by the way, Jennifer approves of
it.
This is
in the eastern half of my front garden.
That’s Venetian Blue Speedwell (veronica
spicata), an ox-eye daisy, an unknown pink peony (the label got lost), and
rhubarb. Yes, the speedwell really is
that blue, that heart-string tugging blue of a cloudless midday sky. There are two plants, and I think they may be
big enough to divide this fall, so I can spread the joy.
A
close-up of that unknown pink peony, which I got the last time I went to the
Boston Flower and Garden Show. I bought
five of them from the Peony’s Envy booth, and, as I said, most of the labels
got mixed up, except for blush Minuet, which is planted in a different part of
the garden. This could be Silver-Daubed,
Lady Alexandra Duff, or Catharina Fontijn. My guess, from the pictures on the labels,
which I have kept, is that it is Lady Alexandra Duff. But I wouldn’t swear to it. If anyone has a better identification, I
would be happy to be enlightened.
This is
the Peony Path, along the east side of the house. On the left is the peony that was sold to me
as Sarah Bernhart, which it obviously isn’t.
On the right is what is supposed to be Edulis Superba, which I didn’t
think was supposed to be such a dark pink.
Do we sense a pattern here? But
the supposed Edulis Superba does smell heavenly, so I am happily resigned to
that one. Beyond it is Monsieur Jules
Elie, then Reine Hortense, Virginia Mary (which I got in honor of my friend
Virginia), Amabilis, then three unknowns given me by a friend – two single
pinks and a double white, then, at the very end, white Annemieke and red
Katharine. Most of them are scented,
because, really, what is the point of a peony without any scent? It’s like a rose without a scent. Something vital is missing, and one feels
cheated.
A
closer look at the Peony Path, with, bottom to top, Reine Hortense, Virginia
Mary, Amabilis, and, way in the back, Annemieke . I had to take up part of the path to dig up
the lilies-of-the-valley that took over the purple and white bed on the left side of the path, then grew through and
under the path and into the peonies. I
love lilies-of-the-valley, and mine are heirlooms, dug up about thirty years
ago from my husband’s grandmother’s summer camp in Sandwich. I was pleased that my few little plants grew
into a nice big bed until, a couple of years ago, they suddenly went Rogue, and
started taking over, squeezing other plants out. Digging them out was real labor because their
roots grow deep and intertwine and tangle into heavy mats. I spent days digging them out last year, only
to find that they apparently took that as a challenge and reclaimed some of last year’s lost ground. Perhaps if I plant some in places under the
stone wall they’ll drive out that nasty, invasive Japanese vine that refuses to
be gotten rid of.
In the front yard, looking down the path between the front border (right), and the front garden (left). |
The Ville de Lyon
clematis climbing the bird feeder pole has bloomed like crazy all summer, and still
has a few blooms on it today, a month and a half after this was taken. Beyond it, along the path, are peonies Karl
Rosenfield, Festiva Maxima, and Bunker Hill.
Moonstone is hidden by Bunker Hill.
The two peonies at left center, above the mysterious unknown,looking like they're right beside the road,
are pink Hermione and white Duchesse de Nemours. I love the old
names, especially the French ones. There’s
so much romance in those names, like there is in the names of old roses.
I am
trying to figure out where I can put more peonies. The Fall Gilbert Wild catalog arrived several
weeks ago. I’m trying to restrain myself
and Be Responsible, but there are several peonies in the the catalog that I really like. Being Responsible is a Good Thing. But where flowers and books are concerned
it’s no fun. Perhaps if I go out to the
garden and count all the peonies I already have (I lose track trying to count
in my head) I’ll be so appalled at the number I’ll throw away the catalog.... No, I don’t think that’s very likely to happen, either.