We’re going to address the weedbeds this weekend. But as I was tiptoeing by them yesterday afternoon (I’m a little frightened by how tall the weeds have gotten, truth be told), I couldn’t help but run inside and grab my camera.

Just under my kitchen window, my bleeding heart and lady’s mantle (also called perennial geranium) are having a little tete-a-tete.* Both of these plants, as with so many others in my various beds, remind me of people I love. The bleeding heart, an enormous bush of a plant, was transplanted as a wee little thing, years ago, by my mother-in-law, from her mother’s plant. The lady’s mantle is from a tiny little start I got from my grandma. This picture makes me think of both of our grandmothers having tea together someday with Mary. Isn’t that a lovely little vision? There will probably be a vase of flowers (bleeding heart and lady’s mantle included of course!) and plenty of cookies.

Two days ago, the irises were quiet. Now they’re blooming, loud and proud! They’re my husband’s favorite, and that makes them pretty special to me. We don’t pick them, because Daddy enjoys them so much outside. The next best thing to picking them is to take lots of pictures. 🙂 (Though I don’t know how long we’ll keep She Who Picked Every! Single! Tulip! from getting these beauties too.)

And what garden is complete without a picnic blanket, a grinning dog (his latest toy is piece of pipe from who-knows-where), and a lovely flower-picker?
And I think she’s captured the essence of what we’ll do this weekend, after we’ve tackled those weeds in the beds…

*I know there are supposed to be little markey-dos over the e’s. I just don’t know how to get them there.