Mountain Witch Alder

The Mountain Witch Alder (Fothergilla major) is native to the woodlands here in the Southern Appalachians. This year the bottlebrush flowers appeared before most of the leaves emerged. Linked to Cee’s Flower of the Day

December Azaleas

It’s cold here in the Deep South. This morning it was 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 Celsius), and it didn’t get out of the 30s all day. There is ice in the bird bath, and we had snow flurries last night. But my azaleas are blooming. The azaleas always bloom in the Spring, and for the…

Another one and only

Of all the irises in our woodland garden, this was the only one that bloomed this year. Linked to Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Daylilies

They’re all along the roadsides now and in our garden… “So extraordinary is Nature with her choicest treasures, spending plant beauty as she spends sunshine, pouring it forth into land and sea, garden and desert. And so the beauty of lilies falls on angels and men, bears and squirrels, wolves and sheep, birds and bees.”…

In our woodland garden: Antique pink roses

The antique pink roses on the rosebush by the road finally bloomed, and they are lovely pale shades of pink. “The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process…

In our woodland garden: Irises

“What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned… The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest… What still pulls on your soul?”  (Rumi)      

In our woodland garden: Trillium

Trillium flowers face downward, so my photos this year are largely of the underside of the blooms.  Last year, in trying to position one for a better photo, I damaged it.  I didn’t want a repeat performance this Spring.  The state of Georgia where I live has more trillium species than anywhere else in the…

In our woodland garden: Azaleas

“Look around at the azaleas making fuchsia star bursts 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)