From a very young age I loved wildflowers. You see me here with a bunch of straw at hay making time. At a similar age, on holiday in Devon, I wanted to pick the big white bindweed flowers growing along hedgerow. My father chastised me telling me I must leave them for others to enjoy! Bindweed? I ask you !! And there was the time my parents thought of taking over the lease on a pub in the countryside and I was thrilled to bits because the bank alongside the pub was full of primroses. It never happened... but I know I would have been thoroughly happy living where I could walk the country lanes. Making daisy chains, searching for four leaf clovers, marveling at the tiny flowers of scarlet pimpernel, the cowslips, buttercups, sucking the honey from the purple clover flowers, celandines and marsh marigolds growing in the brook and the seed heads of shepherd's purse. I have plenty of that on my septic field right now. It was always about the native flowers growing around me.
Fast forward to arriving in Texas in early February1968, just in time for the wildflower season. This time no one telling me not to pick the flowers!
And I am still that lover of wild flowers today and it is reflected in my gardening style. It is a free-for-all cottage garden style.
|The sunken garden May 2019|
|Sunken graden 2019|
|Front courtyard April 2019|
And the delicate blooms of Blue Gilia Gilia rigidula
And of course our state flower the Texas bluebonnet.
And it can all become a little unruly after a while and that is why this year some changes are in order.
|Herb garden May 2019|
For the moment I am excited to look at photographs from last year's spring and to know what is soon to come.