Goodbye, June, Hello, Pictures

If you were wandering around WeMoon and came to the main entrance of the garden, this is what you'd see. To your left, tomatoes would be tumbling out of their beds, top heavy and seven feet tall. We'd invite you to pick a few, rinse them right there and have a snack, or take them home for a tomato-cheese sandwich on whole wheat. To your right, a few Swiss Chard still going, but just for their own pleasure, as they're basically inedible due to the heat. And straight ahead, in the full-moon bed, you'd see the familiar bearded irises, but also two ginger lilies who decided to come up (finally) and a new sign welcoming you to the Spirit Gardens.



If you picked your way over the wily hose and past the weeds creeping ever closer to the crescent moon bed, you'd get to the bench. And this would be your view. In front of you, you would see that we're trying to establish a mixed Mediterraean herb and succulent bed. The succulents would be in sunk clay pots for easy removal when the frosts come. You might also admire the Georgia collard that keeps on keepin' on -- like the chard, inedible, he nonetheless seems to belong just where he is. And beyond the crescent moon bed you'd see lots more green.



If you got up to take a stroll, you'd eventually come to the separation between the spiral and the full moon bed. It would be crowded, as the wormwood and leeks like to lean over and tread on the path a bit themselves. You'd notice, though, that just behind the leeks, a happy little watermelon is trying very hard to behave and stay right in the spiral's arm. He takes direction pretty well, and even has a few little yellow flowers.



If, when you were leaving, you cast a glance over your shoulder, over the wall, before you got in your car, you might see the dahlias. They're the dark ladies of the garden, but sure do make the bees happy. To the left of the dahlias, cucumbers, and to the right, comfrey, rue, cardinal guard, and lemon balm. Behind the dahlias, very please peppermint, and some astors about to bloom.

We'd hope you had a nice visit, and bid you fare well, with an open invitation to come again any time.