Sunday Morning

Clematis 'Angelique' above
The sun emerged harsh.

 
A strange, sheer white sheet of fog drifted in from the canyon, like the gown of a ghost bride.  

In places, the light was still harsh, in other places it was vague and grey. 

Then the light was bright again.
'William Morris'

Fog or harsh hot light, this is prettier in person:
'Fourth of July', with 'Firefighter' to its lower left:

 The garden was quite stressed by our latest heat wave

 Though there were still plenty of roses
'Lunar Mist', a short climbing rose, color sport of 'Colette':

 'Hercules', are you branching?  Look at the center--are two rosettes forming?  I climbed up on the wall next to 'Hercules' and tried to look down into it.  Nope, he's too tall.  I'll need a ladder.  A tall ladder.

 From atop the wall, it was easy to look down into the Calothamnus

And look down into a potted Agave--hey!  I've been hoping for Trachelium seedlings for a couple of years.  Where does one appear?  Wedged under an Agave.  Don't you hate it when they do that?  Maybe it's hiding from the harshness of the sun. 

 I wish the fog had hung on longer.  'Jude The Obscure' doesn't reveal the best of himself in harsh sunlight.

'Brass Band' better handles bright sun

 Several years ago I gave up on 'Star Of The Nile' and pulled it out, but obviously  I left some roots.  How about that--there it is again, looking better than it ever did. 

Despite the beauties of a quiet Sunday morning...

Some are just not impressed.