When I went out into the garden this morning I couldn't help but think of an old English folk song which begins "Early one morning, just as the sun was rising" I learnt this song when I was very young and have come to learn that it was one of the most popular songs for young women in service to sing in the 18th century. The maids were mourning their lovers who were going off to war.There was no maid singing in the valley below but there was a song in my heart over the beauty of the morning.
Surely for every gardener this is the best time of the day. The cool morning air, plants recovered from the prior day's heat, everything looking its best. Ready to face another hot Texas day.
I always go first to look at the sunken garden because the sun will make its first appearance here and with no shade it gets hot very quickly. It is amazing how differently the sun strikes the garden in the summer.
In winter the sun rises well to the left of the potting shed but now it is coming up over the greenhouse. The gap in the trees means that it eneter the garden just than bit sooner.
Soon it will flood the patio giving the cactus and succulents a few hours of sun which they seem to prefer.
It is a very green and serene area, looking towards the house, with just a few blooms of the Mandevilla vine which survived our mild winter. In the other corner the plumeria which spent the winter bare root in the garage. Flower buds are just beginning to develop.
Of course having created a theme with the sun and moon archway I can't really complain about the sun. Time to get breakfast on the table.
Of course having created a theme with the sun and moon archway I can't really complain about the sun. Time to get breakfast on the table.











