This morning I went out into the garden with the camera. My intent was to take a bunch a pictures and write a long post about how certain areas of the garden really bother me at certain times of year. July is especially tough for the Pink Garden and the Dog’s Garden as the former is planted to be stunning in spring when I need the wake up call from spring to get me out working and the later is planted to knock your socks off in Fall so I don’t dwell on the waning gardening season. Right now one needs deadheading and cutting back and the other is pretty but not even shadow of what it will be in a few weeks.

Instead, I found myself snapping photo after photo of loveliness .

Could it have been the storms that came through last night ? They seemed to refresh everything after an oppressively  hot day and dry spell.

Could it be the magic created by filtered sunlight back-lighting the garden ?  The softer light was  all the more enjoyable after days of intense summer sun that seemed to sap the life out of me.

Could it have been that I am always so smitten  by the birds and the butterflies that are my daily visitors? They were out in large numbers today.

Could it be that around every corner there seemed to be a new combination of blooms or flowers  and art that had yet to be seen this season? Certainly these few caught my eye.

Could it be that  sometimes as a gardener you see  the faded blossoms, the need for division,the weeding yet to be done and loose sight of  the beauty in the seed heads,or  the exuberance and bounty in a such a lush garden ?

Whatever it was, there was a definite attitude adjustment in the time I wandered around.

It is dry and  comfortable , with the heat and humidity gone for a few days so I could take my time and really see what was going on out there….

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………and it was absolutely delightful.

Don”t worry though if you missed my ranting, I am reasonably certain it is only only the most brief of holidays and will return sooner than you  can blink!