Emerging

I love winter, but I know that many (maybe most) people don’t. So for those of you longing for Spring, it’s beginning to emerge…

Starbursts in Spring

“Look around at the azaleas making fuchsia starbursts in spring; look at a full moon hanging silver in a black sky on a cold night. And realize that life is glorious, and that you have no business taking it for granted.” (Anna Quindlen) Enjoying the beauty of our azaleas today and definitely not taking life…

Flowering Quince

Our Flowering Quince bushes bloom anytime from December to March, and this year they began to bud in February.  By yesterday, the last day of the month, the buds had opened, and the blooms look lovely in our never-ending rain.    

Sheltered

After days and days of rain there finally was sunshine today, although there also were high winds.  Everything is battered and sodden, including newly emerging plants. However, one crocus plant protected by a small rock ledge withstood the heavy downpours…   The crocuses that weren’t sheltered look a little worse for wear…

Irises: “Like blown glass…”

“…We had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve, and the darker ones, velvet and purple, black cat’s ears in the sun, indigo shadow…”  (Margaret Atwood)   Our first iris is still blooming… And now we have…

Mountain Witch Alder

Our Mountain Witch Alder shrub (Fothergilla) was glorious again this year…   “I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.” –  Ruth Stout 

Beautiful while they lasted…

“Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again.” ― Ikkyu   Our neighbor’s cherry tree was beautiful this year, and for a brief time our lane was strewn with pink blossoms.

The Glint of Green

“Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; To-day the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare; I know no thing so wondrous fair, No miracle so strangely rare. I wonder what will next be there!” ~L.H. Bailey Budding Trees    

“The woods put forth their blossoms”

The woods in Spring   “Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire.”  (Virgil)