Growing flowers - growing food - makes me take notice. I find myself noting where peonies are blooming out finding each little colombine plant in the depths of nettle forests, peering towards calendula volunteers, and waiting for the mock orange trees to burst into bloom.
Especially being in a new place - my eyes feel so open to each season as it unfolds. And it's amazing to watch how literally the days do unfold. On Monday, our poppy plants are mere leaves - by Wednesday their buds are growing up towards the clouds, nodding their little heads. On Friday, the blossoms outside our house are white - on Sunday they're budding towards red.
I think about when things will bloom, notice when they're early. The peonies are early this year - so often I think of them as a June flower, and there they were - open to the world in the middle of May.
The foxglove is opening now too. This is one I always I associate with springs and summers growing up on Vashon. Those purples and pinks dotting our property, regal and playful - to me they have such an island, woodland feel. I think I love them now. The reminder of Vashon Island and such a warm home. We don't have too many around here, just a few. I have a bunch seeded in the greenhouse and am excited to have more in the coming seasons.
The Nootka Rose is blooming now too. The pink flowers brighten up the hedge rows down by the river. Food and flowers - both can ignite such beautiful memories. Nootka rose sweeps me back to San Juan Island, my first year of farming, where I fell for the soil and the rhythm of plants.
Our annuals are about to shout out their colors, sing out their shapes. It's been a blessing though, to have so many perennials around us. They fill out arrangements beautifully, lighten the house with soft pinks, bright purples, and countless shades of green.