The Ruby Rose Report Nature Friday

It is time for another garden inspection which dovetails nicely with my good Arty and Rosie’s nature Friday. 

The Clemenzas are blooming around the light post in Blake’s garden. Mommy says they are clematis, but I like the name Clemenza better.

Blake’s garden is yet to bloom but the flowers look like they are about to burst open.

In River’s garden, the Wild Woodland sage is setting up a summer of purple reign.

The Great laurel azaleas are showing off in Foley’s garden. They are also known as Lady Eleanor Cathcart. Daddy’s mommy, the original owner of the Saint Anthony statue was also a lady named Elanor. Coincidence? Clemenza says there is no such thing as coincidences.

Foley ordered her garden to be surrounded by pavers. She says it makes it look like a magical English garden. Whatever. At least she won’t be hounding our dreams now.

Also, she wanted her garden solar angel to be higher than Saint Anthony, which was accomplished by an orange driveway snowplow marker and tape. When Saint Anthony heard about him not being lower, he said “what a bitch.” Foley took it as a compliment.

Mommy just planted new guinea impatiens. Last year they lasted until the middle of October, longer than the Yankees (side Yankee burn.)

The hundred-year-old Ruby Rose bush has a lot of promising buds. I make sure it is pruned, and healthy. The responsibility of a 100-year-old bush is daunting for a little dog. Just ask Eva Marie Saint. 

Finally this morning Daddy bought this hanging plant at the supermarket. Then he bought a slab of bacon at the nursery.

He often gets confused.

So that’s where we are in the first week of June.

I will be back with a further update.

Your intrepid garden correspondent,

Ruby Rose