No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer. ~James Russell Lowell
After near constant rain for weeks, the sun has returned and the garden is lavish and lush.
Peonies blossomed between the rain storms, although the pounding rains shortened their bloom lifespan. (click on any photo to see a full size image)
We have returned to a more normal weather pattern and the roses and cottage garden flowers of early June have emerged.
Rosa ‘Complicata’ covered the arbor with her large simple blooms, draping boughs into the yellow leafed Spirea below while fallen petals drift across the path.
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. ~Maud Hart Lovelace
English rose ‘Abraham Darby’ went from tight bud to open bloom over three days, releasing its lush fragrance at last.
More roses bloomed among the perennials
while a few clematis twine through the arms of roses and shrubs.
The steps in the garden are a froth of gold with the blooms of sedum and Corydalis lutea. 
A few days ago, the berries of the mulberry tree on the edge of the garden ripened. 
The tree is full of birds and squirrels feasting on the bounty and the lazy afternoons have been spent watching their antics.
Each day, new flowers open and the garden is in constant flux, yet always beautiful. What a delight, this lavish summer.
And since all this loveliness can not be Heaven, I know in my heart it is June. ~Abba Woolson
All text and photos ©2019 Lynn Emberg Purse, All Rights Reserved, except where noted.
There is always a certain morning in summer that seems magical, that moment when I step outside into a quiet world and say to myself “summer has arrived.” This morning, late in July, I finally had that moment. The sun in the eastern sky lit the trees along the road with a golden light, a 
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