“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”
—L.M. Montgomery

Before the hot summer crush, there were violets and fresh hydrangea blooms and the most divine “Tiger’s Eye” violas.

The buds of my very first rose bushes bloomed, planted because I thought I should at least plant one rosebush once in my lifetime.

The lettuce was lush and abundant, and my bay leaf burst back to life after it’s long tenure indoors.

The astilbe poked it’s pink spiky flowers through the thick, greenery throughout the garden, while my seedlings were still a promise of what’s to come.

I’ll hold on to this in the heat and humidity of July. But I’ll have the black-eyed susans, the purple coneflowers, the yarrow and the strawberries. My elephant’s ear – because I thought I should grow one of those in this lifetime too! Any maybe next time, I’ll give you an update on how things are going back here in my garden in Philly.

Until next time,
Holly