Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Working in the garden . . . gives me a profound feeling of inner peace. Nothing here is in a hurry. There is no rush toward accomplishment, no blowing of trumpets. Here is the great mystery of life and growth. Everything is changing, growing, aiming at something, but silently, unboastfully, taking its time. ~ Ruth Stout

Last night I dreamed it was spring.  I awoke to  40-degree temperatures and a pewter sky.  Rain oozed under my coat collar and down my neck as I filled the bird feeders.  I shall go back to bed and hope the spring dream returns.

From the shade Garden

Pagoda dogwood a little past prime time bloom time.

White Nancy grows beneath the hosta and really brightens up dark places.

Hostas planted years ago have grown into large clumps.


Allium gone wild, self seeded everywhere...lawn, shade garden, sun gardens, among the daylilies and peonies.  I had hopes it would bloom with the peonies but that looks unlikely.  

Birds always welcome

Indigo buntings and gold finches enjoy the thistle feeders.  

Unknown.  If anyone has a positive ID for this bird, please let me know.

Blooming now

          Amidst a mess of really sloppy foliage the two foot tall camassia stalks lay down and then bend                                                                    to reach sunward.  

The foot tall camassia stands upright but fades into the background foliage.  

Immortality always blooms ahead of the other iris then blooms again in late summer.