J. prepares to plant hills of cucumber and muskmelon.
If you look closely you will spy Willis the Cat crouching in the row of over-wintered kale.
Shrub rose, Hawkeye Belle.
The roses are not suffering from mildew, J. sprinkled some lime about yesterday and some of it caught it in the leaves.
Roseraie de l'Hay, an old  rugosa.
A friend in Vermont had several of these, all grown from the cuttings of beloved family rose bushes.
The rugosas are my favorite of the rose varieties.
This one has a heavenly scent.
This un-named red peony is a recent purchase from one of the Mennonite nurseries in South Fork.
The rugosas open to soft nodding blooms.
I haven't found a name for this invasive vine which wraps and twines about anything that will stand still.
Here it tangles through a clump of catnip.