Walking Around the Edges

Was thinking about those last days of school before the summer. We'd pass around little leather bound signature books and ask our fellow classmates for some kind words and their signatures. I used to write (around the edges of my appointed page) "When you're in the country and walking 'round the hedges, remember Barbara Phillips who writes around the edges".

Which brings me to today's post. While I was walking the Bart (pictured below doing his pre-walk pout) I could not believe how many people have stretched their gardens to the street - so here's my walk from the edges of a number of very lovely gardens just steps from my house.

Very little grass - just lots of flowers. I covet that little Viburnum.

Old-fashioned iris just waiting for me to have a sniff.

Thalictrum purple puffy and pretty.

A not-really-this-blue alert, but very, very pretty.

Oranges in the sun.

The house has changed, but not the garden - this is a 'passel' of ferns. (In the middle of Larry McMurtry's Dead Man's Walk - he must have used this word at least 5 times and I'm just 1/3 of the way through - can't believe that I'm as old as I am and I've never used this word passel before - and look twice in one post!)

I could stand for days waiting for the light to change to capture these ferns. But, must leave Bart at home - I took 8 photos and this was the only one that was blog-worthy.

It's out to the garden now to water. It's predicted it will be 32C 93F - in either measurement scheme - ridiculously hot this time of year especially for all the new plant material.