Photos from the End of June

The end of June was when the front bed started to look like a firework display.

My lupines never came back this year, even though they flourished here last summer. I think something about the winter killed them - perhaps the cold, or the road salt. Chris suspects they were crushed by the weight of several feet of snow, but the soil is still quite soft here.


How garish. This is one of several flower refugees that ended up by the mailbox. It is called "sweet William", if I am not mistaken. It isn't native, and I don't know anything else about it yet.


This little native, whorled loostrife, Lysimachia quadrifolia, volunteered under the sourwood tree. I wish I had got a photo of it before rain knocked off most of the flowers.


You know how frozen peas taste so much better than canned peas? It turns out that fresh peas taste that much better than frozen peas. Simmered peas with a little butter, salt, and pepper, over rice, with a little sausage or chicken - heaven! Chris can have all the sour raspberries he wants, but those peas are mine!