Everyone but everyone was out gardening yesterday (including me). I guess we all wanted to be take advantage of the lack of searing sun before the forecasted rain hit (although the latter never actually did). It was nice. Pd asked me if I spoke to anyone. I didn't, really — everybody was gardening, not talking! All you could see were people bending over.



The last mystery shrub in our garden has bloomed, so I can finally identify it: it's a weeping weigela. (Don't ask me the cultivar, though. It's pink, that's all I can tell you.) It's actually very pretty, but it makes that entire corner the only shade spot in the garden. There's also a hosta under there — not that you can see it, really.


And yes, towering ferns. I have a sneaky suspicion that they are ostrich ferns — or maybe that is just hopeful greediness talking. I will have to more sleuthing between now and the next fiddlehead season.