Now it is like a secret magical garden with survivors flourishing and peeking out from bushes, weeds, grasses, and trees. Every day is a suprise. This morning I photographed what used to be an arbor now impassable and smothered by an old climber spreading out 20' in all directions,
a foxtail lily almost 6' tall where no human could ever tread,
an old rose and a honeysuckle vine engulfing a gazebo that had collapsed under snow several years ago and the rose behind in covering an allee that the path under has long since disappeared in a dense carpet of wooly thyme,
and last but not least a gorgeous Chinese tree peony blooming gloriously wedged in by an old gallica rose and a mulberry tree on steroids. Every day is an adventure.