Abruptly perhaps, the hydrangea breaks the long line of black-painted iron fencing. Some say it's out of control -a jungle. The beauty of gardening on the corner -it's a crossroads of opinions.
In the front garden, it's all hot colors. Fabio, my upstairs neighbor, speaks no English, but points to these and says 'muy bueno.' He likes red, hot pinks, and oranges -the colors of the moment.
These lilies have yet to open. I expect them to be a brilliant yellow with dark spots. Right now, they look like elongated lanterns. As the heat cooks on, many front yard flowers will fade, but at the least there will be lilies like these.
Abruptly perhaps, the hydrangea breaks the long line of black-painted iron fencing. Some say it's out of control -a jungle. The beauty of gardening on the corner -it's a crossroads of opinions.
In the front garden, it's all hot colors. Fabio, my upstairs neighbor, speaks no English, but points to these and says 'muy bueno.' He likes red, hot pinks, and oranges -the colors of the moment.
These lilies have yet to open. I expect them to be a brilliant yellow with dark spots. Right now, they look like elongated lanterns. As the heat cooks on, many front yard flowers will fade, but at the least there will be lilies like these.
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