The weather is slowly warming in the far north of Maine. Actually, I'm in the southern end of Maine, but it's still pretty far north, right??
Anyway, moving in the middle of winter was tough. I have been anxiously awaiting this Spring, to see what flowers and shubs were growing here. I was told by someone who used to live here, a long time ago, that the gardens were beautiful.
Well, sad to say I think- I know- this place has been sadly neglected. The shrubs are old, past their prime. I have two lilac trees that are at least 15 feet tall, with blooms on the top 3 feet. You can see where they've been hacked at, improperly pruned.
I have bushes and shrubs that I 'm not even sure WHAT they are... crepe myrtle, maybe?
I have old apple trees that blossomed beautifully this year. I can only hope we'll have apples. The bees were humming happily, but I think these trees are past their prime. I hope to have them pruned back hard this fall, by a professional.
I found the old garden spot, complete with a huge bed of mint, some onions, and these purple topped things... anyone know what they are??
I have a side bed filled with who-knows-what, and some monarda. I love monarda.
But not many flowers here. Not a single peony. One, ONE tulip. Some daffodils, way down in the field. That's IT. The good news is, I met a retired horticulturist at work the other day, and he is going to come by in about a month and give me a hand. He needs to do volunteer work to keep his Master Gardener's certificate. The funny things is, he used to live in this town, knows my house, landscaped the place across the street, and knows a lot of people that I've recently met! I can't wait until he comes over!
Oh- and my new peeps.