The tall one that helps keep our kitchen semi-private in the warm months has bloomed. Good mix with the lasting lavender, I think.
Taking its turn in our front yard garden is the lush blanket of violet. OK, friends, remind me what it is …
The big front-yard rose bush is greening bit-by-bit, inch-by-inch. My patience is … going to be rewarded, I hope, I hope.
The yellow of the front-yard daffodils stands out distinctly after the first mow of the season. I’m impressed how long they’ve endured this year.
Our front-yard daffodils once again bless us this time in April as our first blossoms of the year. It’s like saying hello to trusty, old pals. They’re bending a bit with their age, but they sure do know how to make me smile.
Every year I’m surprised all over again when several weeks of white flowers on this plant are interrupted by the arrival of some purple blooms. I like it. I just get slightly amazed at the mixed message from Mother Nature, is all.
The two white-flowered plants out front have decided to pop at the same time. And they got high and thick this year. Nature.
The Black-eyed-Susans that sit between our house and the neighbors have said hello for this year’s flourish. It is comforting, this staggered arrival.
It’s the time of the season when the front yard garden fills up and widens out. I stop and admire it to and from my car on work days at the library. Nice!
Every time I look, something else has come up in the front yard square to make it look even better.