The Show Goes On

The echinacheas are in full bloom, and so
too are the black-eyed Susans, the tickseed.
The fragrant, colourful splendour of the
gardens have navigated toward high summer.
Each day another presentation, its generosity
never at a loss. The early, lavish display of
roses, clematis and honeysuckle have passed,
rose campion and liatrus, monkshood upon us,
all immodestly guaranteeing us additional displays.
Admirable, in the dogged, dog days of summer.

The elegant floral towers of delphiniums now
overtaken by the perky brightness of phlox.
Now, the white, blowsy heads of hydrangea
fill the garden, and the delicate sprays of
Ladies Mantle, the perfume of flame-coloured
beesbalm, evolve into bloom, replacing
mountain bluet, shasta daisies, poppies and
those gorgeous-hued and -perfumed peonies.

The flowered stalks of bergenia wither, give
audience to the white and blue floral stalks
of varied-leafed hostas, and the pink, white and
red-belled heuchera clamour to be noticed. As
though we might fail to note their inspired
displays of leafage and flowers piquing awe.

White and pink malva, the proud presence of
startling-blue Canterbury bells, the grace of
Stella d'Oro, and day lilies, taking their garden
place from spent irises. The blossoming spirea,
in the wake of lilies-of-the-valley and the lilac,
all take their orderly gracious turn for display,
mindful of their orchestrated place of honour.

Their presence as admired and pleasing to the
bees and butterflies drifting through. The
neighbourhood cardinals who express their
joy in exquisite song; a musical counterpart as
finely crafted by nature as our faultless garden of
earthly delights complementing the energy
and comfort of our lives. Granting ineffable
pleasure to sense and sensibilities in the gardens
of our minds, the spirit of our sensuous eyes.