May is here and the plants are growing so fast and getting quite lush. It’s my favorite time of year when seeds are pushing through the soil and plants are growing by inches per day.
It’s overcast right now, so rain may be in the forecast. Which, of course, my patio garden will surely love.
The purple verbena is trailing out of the big blue pot and will spill the blooms made up of many tiny flowers over the side.
The cluster of lemon balm growing out of the crack in the cement continues to increase in size and look very healthy.
If you look over at the far right side of the above photo you’ll see that I paid the maintenance man to saw off the really sharp daggers of the piece of driftwood.
I kept running into it and cutting my legs.
The harsh winter killed most of the sedum I had planted inside the driftwood. So now I’ve planted a different sedum in it. As you can see it is green tinged in red.
It is called voodoo sedum. Strange name, huh?
Blue Raised Bed:
The blue raised bed is quite full at this end. There is a little room at the other end, where I have transplanted zinnia seedlings.
The wind knocked my tall irises over and they had to be cut back a bit. And they were so lovely!
With nature you have to enjoy things while you can.
Plastic Pot Arrangement:
Pansies and Johnny Jump Ups are still going strong in this cooler weather.
The allium plant has just about filled up the green pot but isn’t blooming yet.
The morning glory seedlings are growing fast. Soon they will reach up the trellis and over the fence and bloom.
I have transplanted the seedlings all over the patio in various pots to enjoy elsewhere.
And so that is the patio garden on this May 2. I am so enjoying watching it grow.
Going outside and maintaining the plants and flowers by snipping and pinching back.
Sitting in my wicker chair and enjoying the view and the cardinal couple that visit here regularly.
“The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration