Wearing her flouncy June dress ...

I really shouldn't be sitting here writing a post

when there is a mountain of work to be done out in the garden

but

it's a little rainy today and she was looking so nice in the subdued light,

I just had to make a record ... for posterity ... now, while the early summer blooms

are looking their best.

I'll want to remember the garden dressed up like this

when the January winds blow hard and long.

Hope for the future and all that ...

She's laden now, positively falling over with her big skirts,

spilling over the wall with self-seeded abandon,

filling every nook and cranny

offering up some feasting for the hummingbirds

and catmint landing platforms for the swallowtails.

I think there's still an arbor under there - but I dare you to try & make it through to the front door.

Gone a bit nutso, this shrub rose [when did THIS happen?] and she'll have to be

reined in for next season.  Still, something charming about 

this wild misbehavior ...

If you did make it through the arbor, you'd be be met with a frothy tangle  -  sweetly scented

Philadelphus scrambling through a purple-leaved Clematis recta ...

Oh June, you are a month of the sublime.

Thank you.

You are most definitely your own English rose

... no other month quite compares to you.

A few late afternoon rays help 'Night Owl' flaunt her petticoats.

And although I'm starting to feel terribly guilty about undone chores,

I feel so grateful for this abundance.

Sometimes you just have to stop and, well, you know ...