juneSCENE IN OUR GARDEN: In the Pink

In the Pink

The sedum blooms in front of our house are already turning pink!
I compared them with my pictures from last year.
They weren't this pink on the 27th in 2010, so we're ahead of last year!

*"In the pink" is an idiom meaning "in perfect condition, especially of health".)

Above, several clumps of Surprise Lilies are in the pink among the sedum and hosta green,

while black-eyed Susan hold their own throughout the bed.

A few hardy mums have started to bloom.
I trimmed them back around the 4th of July, but here they are. Already blooming!

It's easy to be deceived into thinking autumn

given the cool evenings we're currently enjoying.

It may be the last year for this particular bird.

He's been vigilant at his post for more years than I realize!
My husband has repaired him to stand one more season,
but there's a limit to his endurance.

8 comments:

MariAugust 11, 2011 at 6:12 PM
You flowers are always ahead of ours. Our Sedum isn't near yours. I love them!
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CanadianGardenJoyAugust 12, 2011 at 3:32 AM
Rebecca ! My sedum are about to go PINK too : ) and my sumac fruit is a deep rich velvety wine colour .. I love seeing the Fall colours start .. this summer has not been a great one .. the weather has been too extreme and menopausal like me ? haha .. Your garden is looking so pretty .. this last leg of gardening coming up is my favorite .. one last plant hunting trip while some of the centers are closing down .. I know there are bargains out there !! haha
Joy : ) Enjoy your garden !
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Sunray GardensAugust 12, 2011 at 5:49 AM
Everything looks lovely Rebecca. My Sedums are flowered up now also and Mums blooming away.
Cher Sunray Gardens
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Brenda Leyland @ Its A Beautiful LifeAugust 12, 2011 at 7:27 AM
Beautiful glimpses of heaven..... I'm so glad God made gardens and flowers for our enJOYment!
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creekside rummagerAugust 13, 2011 at 8:10 PM
I love your bird.
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no spring chickenAugust 18, 2011 at 6:23 AM
Do NOT let the bird die. He's great, and your flowers really are all in the pink. In fact, your yard just makes me smile.. :)

Blessings, Debbie
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tinaAugust 18, 2011 at 7:11 PM
Awesome pinks!
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annAugust 21, 2011 at 7:06 PM
I love your bird, too! You can't let him go. I have hosta, but have never liked their blooms.(how odd am I?) I always break them out before they can flower. I really like your brown-eyed susans.
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To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. William Henry Channing 1810-1884

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If I could live my life again
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Through all the lovely summer months
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While running through life's garden green
I'd stop to smell the roses
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The children in my care
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Take time to pick a daisy
The rush of life has passed me by
Now I have leisure hours
But time has taken such a toll
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Mildred F. Rowe

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The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
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...Author Unknown

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
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(Edwin Hodder, Thy Word Is Like a Garden, Lord)