What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. ~Gertrude Jekyll
Summer is truly here, the solstice bringing long days of light along with copious rain and heat. The last of the May flowers are finished, and early June has suddenly pirouetted into young summer. The garden burgeons with lush green growth.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. ~Pablo Neruda
Our native Hydrangea arborescens ‘Annabelle’ threatens to swallow the bench at the bottom of the garden, drinking long and hard of the rain brought by frequent thunderstorms.
Always generous with her blooms, ‘Annabelle’ generously provides a few clever nests for the leafier moth (Olethreutes ferriferana) – there are plenty of leaves and blooms to spare.
Long trails of Italian clematis clamber and flow along fences, down shrubs and across other perennials while the perennial residents of pots rise up to meet them. (Click on any photo in the mosaic to see a larger image.)
The daylilies are beginning to flower. A stand of ‘Lynn’s Delight’ was given to me by a friend years ago and and is the first to blossom each June; black annual poppies are poised to bloom in tandem.
Every day, new daylilies open amid the roses, bringing a surprise of color to each morning walk.
True lilies continue the show throughout the garden; one of my favorites is the soft peach down-facing ‘Tiger Babies’. The peach theme continues with roses.
On this June day, the buds in my garden are almost as enchanting as the open flowers. ~Francis King
The grape and lemonade bed is moving into its glory of lemon yellows and deep purples.
June is almost over yet the freshness of young summer
filled with blue skies,
lush blooms, 
and rich greens 
continues to enchant. May you enjoy the final days of a lovely June and celebrate the entrance of the fireworks of July.
And since all this loveliness cannot be Heaven, I know in my heart it is June. ~Abba Woolson
(All images ©2017 Lynn Emberg Purse, All Rights Reserved)
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