These beautiful morning glories have cheered my uphill walk to work. In my garden, I rip out the self sown vines that threaten to smother everything if you let them, but this is a nice cultivar which is well placed.
I usually limit my posts to the garden I created myself at home, but since I spend so much time maintaining this other beautiful garden, I thought you might like to see it.
This garden changes all the time and there are so many lovely plants and viewpoints that I can only begin to show you what it's like. This is a brief overview from photos I took over the last few weeks.
We grow lots of interesting non-hardy plants in pots and arrange them in various places throughout the garden.
We have a great collection of dahlias. One of my new favorites, gorgeous orange 'Ludwig Helfert' is blooming profusely next to Hosta plantaginea.
Another pretty new dahlia I added this year has the stupidest cultivar name: 'Outta da Blue.'
'Japanese Bishop' is a definite favorite with its dark foliage and stunning red-orange blooms.
'Stoneleigh Cherry' and 'Glen Place' have similar colored pom shaped flowers.
'Yellow Hammer' and 'Purple Gem'
'Marie Schnugg' has what they call a cactus type bloom.
Another zinnia: 'Benary's Giant Lime.' I grew this to add whites to this bed which features a large, wonderful Hydragea paniculata 'Tardiva.'
This great little buddleja globosa grows in a bed with yellow foliage plants.
We planted this fan palm in our Silver bed with other silver leaved items.
I was terribly sad to learn last week about the death of one of my favorite (non-gardening) writers, David Foster Wallace. Having read much of his work, including his 1079 page master work, Infinite Jest, I felt a sense of connection to this wonderful thinker.
"Oh, Lordy, that could take a whole day! Well, the first line of attack for that question is that there is this existential loneliness in the real world. I don't know what you're thinking or what it's like inside you and you don't know what it's like inside me. In fiction I think we can leap over that wall itself in a certain way. But that's just the first level, because the idea of mental or emotional intimacy with a character is a delusion or a contrivance that's set up through art by the writer. There's another level that a piece of fiction is a conversation. There's a relationship set up between the reader and the writer that's very strange and very complicated and hard to talk about. A really great piece of fiction for me may or may not take me away and make me forget that I'm sitting in a chair. There's real commercial stuff that can do that, and a riveting plot can do that, but it doesn't make me feel less lonely.
There's a kind of Ah-ha! Somebody at least for a moment feels about something or sees something the way that I do. It doesn't happen all the time. It's these brief flashes or flames, but I get that sometimes. I feel unalone -- intellectually, emotionally, spiritually. I feel human and unalone and that I'm in a deep, significant conversation with another consciousness in fiction and poetry in a way that I don't with other art."
My heart goes out to his family and especially his wife. He will be greatly missed.