The prairies are not exactly known for vibrant colour so most Edmontonians love annuals. I am one of the few gardeners that’s saddened by them. After all, they only last a few short months in our climate. Perennials survive deep under the snow and are “reincarnated” every spring. Yet, I can’t resist planting begonias, exuberance overcomes their fragility.
One day I decided to get my husband more involved in gardening and asked him to pick up a perennial from Home Depot. “Surprise me,” I said. He certainly accomplished that request. I had never heard of a goatsbeard and had no idea where to plant it. Well, two houses and fifteen years later it’s still growing in front of our living room window.
These pinks came from the annuals section of our gardening centre. It was a big surprise to see one blooming between the melting snow, and now they are more vigorous than any dandelion. How can anything this bright grow in Edmonton after a -40c winter?
This has been one of the wettest months I have ever seen in Edmonton. My flowers are ecstatic and almost psychedelic this year. They withered all through May and then suddenly exploded in June. There is none of the usual sequence, every one of them is in bloom.
It’s amazing what a little rain can do. I get why water was worshipped in so many ancient religions. It creates miracles.
When we left Edmonton ten days ago there were a few straggly perennials sprouting feebly among brown grass. After a week of rain we returned to an oasis of flowers. I have never seen so many bloom at once. It may end up being a green garden all summer, but oh what a glorious spring!
Our daughter always came to visit in the spring so we planted this Princess K plum tree in front of her bedroom window so she would be greeted by flowers. Well, she started to get busy with work and doesn’t come so often any more. Yet, the tree still blooms more stunning than ever.
My husband took this picture on his way out the door this morning. As he took out his camera somebody else stopped their car to do the same. Edmonton may be cold, grey and snow covered but what endlessly rich greys these are!
All the trees started budding with bits of green emerging amidst the browns and greys. These new buds captured the heavy snowfall so Edmonton has turned into a Dr. Zhivago stage set. It was just momentary magic as the snow has largely melted and we are back to prosaic greys. I am not complaining though, my garden is overjoyed to finally have something to drink.
I was cleaning out the garage and needed to get the lawn chairs out of the way. They were stashed in the back garden, still dusty, when some friends came over. We sat down for a moment with the melting snow still all around us. It seemed so warm we spent the evening watching the sun set. I am deeply grateful for such moments – thanks to the weather gods’ unexpected munificence.