Somehow, I’ve managed to stop at my friends’ house in Lancaster almost every year. Turns out it’s quite a convenient stopover for both north/south and east/west routes, as well as having good medical people, tire places, and other trappings of civilization. My timing has usually been great for seeing Peg’s diverse and beautiful collection of day lilies, but this year, I was a tad early for that show. I had to “settle” for enjoying her clematis collection.
The purple clematis (above) might have been my favorite, simply because purple is one of my favorite colors. (Update: Peg tells me it’s actually called Sizaja Pitsa, quite the mouthful!). But then I saw this pale iris blooming in the front yard and fell in love with it. There’s something about the shapes of an iris that mesmerize me.
Back to the clematis… I’m really bad at remembering the names of the different types, so I just call them things like “the purplish-pink one” or…
“that beautiful white one with the pink center stripes” and leave it at that. I’m sure Peg is shaking her head right now because every year she names the blooms for me and every year I forget them about five minutes later. I’m not good at names, of flowers, of birds, or even people, for that matter.
I’ll leave you with one last purple flower, which I know is a hyacinth only because I used the Seek app on my iPhone to identify it (Seek is a great app, btw, if you want to ID virtually any plant or flower or tree and have internet where you are). Update: So much for Seek, it got this wrong, it’s an unusual clematis named Diamantina, says Peg, who is always right when it comes to flowers.
Thanks, Peg, for another year of garden glory, and thanks to you and Larry for hosting me once again!
The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth.