The area I call the walking garden has mesmerized me this year. Just mature enough to be filled in, but not overgrown.
My main rose bed is not quite there yet, and other areas are still being tweaked. I look forward to seeing what next year will bring.
But this area of the garden is giving me immense pleasure right now. Can you see why I love this part of the garden so?
For one brief shining moment in time, my garden is ethereal. This is its peak. Its best. Right before it begins to go into decline. A small second of perfection. I fantasize that even Monet would have been envious!
I'm linking up with Tracie for Cottage Flora Thursdays.