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“99%.” Those were the digits blossom baron Peter Kukielski tossed me as I made my way into the office this morning. Of course, his desk makes up the confetti-colored breadth of the Peggy Rockefeller Rose Garden, where that number signifies the state of the spring bloom. Can you tell we love to be accurate with our suspense?
By the end of this week, these roses will be 100% at the top of their game. But they’re not the only rose plants sashaying through spring—a short wander upa nearby hill places you in sight of the EarthKind Rose Trial Beds, where an effervescent batch of specialty roses open their faces to the sky without much help from doting horticulturists.
Elsewhere, the last of the peonies are still popping in places, many cresting the hill toward their inevitable dwindling with a resigned sort of grace. The Native Plant Garden is as lively as ever, too, with prairie wildflowers hosting songbirds throughout. The Garden’s greenery, in turn, is getting seriously electric. Ten minutes on the Forest trails and the memory of those biting winter days is as good as gone. It’s likewise out among the Benenson Ornamental Conifers—just search out one of our stone pavilions, chill a while, and tell me evergreens are only good for appreciating in the cold.
Oh, and do not miss out on the waterlilies while you’re checking out Wild Medicine in the Conservatory; the real winners in that bunch are just broaching the water for a neon summer of reds, yellows, and a bit of peach. It’s a similar situation in the Ruth Rea Howell Family Garden, where our spring harvest of greens is just about ready for Mario Batali’s Edible Academy Family Picnic. ‘Til next week! —MN