The garden moves on to its pink phase

The peonies have arrived!

 

Also, roses. Wild roses, but whether they are prairie roses or not will take more study.

And finally, I haven't asked yet, but I'm pretty sure this is going to be watermelons in a while.

That counts as pink, right?

When you live on a 100-year-old farm

You get a 100-year-old garden!

We have white and purple lilacs, on bushes large enough that the prunings provide fodder for the turning lathe:

Lily of the valley:

Peonies (not quite out yet):

Whatever this is:

A closer look reveals two shrubs growing together, Bridal Wreath Spirea:

 

And Grey Dogwood (entirely unlike our southern dogwood, but pretty in its own right):

Dame's Rocket, a noxious weed if it has escaped from an ornamental garden, so we'll keep an eye on it. I think it's quite pretty.

It looks to me as if Mary was cultivating a white and purple garden. I know there are purple iris. I can't wait to see what color the peonies are.

Garage progress

We have framed in the walls at the back of the garage: foyer to main dome entry, powder room, stairs to upper room. No stairs yet, because no upper room yet, because no second floor yet. But things are coming along.