It’s definitely my favorite thing in our garden.
Six years after planting, we actually have snow when the Glanthus is in bloom. That is all kinds of swoon.
It took eight years, but I am back to embracing and improving my old lady garden stance by going big and bolder with dahlias.
Zinnias remind me of my mother and her big Southern row gardens. This year’s heat and new drip system was the first success I’ve ever hard with them here and with them healthy, and abundant, they filled me with nostalgia.
It used to be difficult to get a reservation to get into Bloedel Reserve, but now, you can just show up. It’s a great half-day out.
Well, kinda, but not really. But still pretty.
One of my favorite flowers in Spring, the blooming quince tree. They bloom after the tree leaves out unlike the other fruit in its family, apples and pears.
Only five or six miles from my house, it’s taken me twenty years to actually find and go to Kubota Gardens. What a shame. It is so beautiful.
We had a very mild winter, with the snow becoming less likely with each passing day. The chickens have started laying again and this is as early as I ever recall seeing the crocus up.
A gift from Yokohama is one of the highlights of my basic training ride.
Took a short break to play around with something I haven’t touched in a year: Lensbaby!
They bloom late and take up a bunch of space, but what would our garden be without asters? Not nearly as beautiful.