Yesterday, I spent about an hour outside. Rode the mower around the yard. Took some pictures. Watched DH plant tomatoes. Even did a little mowing, though it tired me out. I should have stayed indoors because that little jaunt set me back a bit. But I did get some pictures. The first flush of spring, which I gauge by the bloom of the daffodils, is almost over. The redbuds are faded, the tulips are shattered…phase one is done. Now we will move on to the iris stage, which is one of my favorite times in the garden.
But before we get there, there is still a lot to see. The dogwoods are at their peak right now.
Bluebells are continuing to bloom. These look so pretty against the bright chartreuse of the hosta ‘Janice.’
The lilacs are perfect right now. And they smell SO good!
The Bridal Wreath spirea is about to burst. Soon the long branches will be white with little bouquets of flowers.
“I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.” ~Ruth Stout
~~Rhonda