There was a beautiful male in the garden
I was lucky to catch him just in time as he began to leave, still on the search for bugs.
Picking up the pace
Betwixt grapevine and forget-me-nots
a closer look reveals his mock horns or "ears"; isn't that so like a medieval dragon!
and off he goes into the maple and lilac hedge to search my neighbour's garden
The wind had nearly dried the grass already so I headed off in my pajamas to see the lupins,
just beyond Forget-Me-Not Cabin.
They have come so far in a day
Beyond the trailing honeysuckle, the lupins fill this end of the hayfield
The honeysuckle buds: how odd; I'm sure they bloomed orange and white last year.
We'll see soon enough what transpires.
The windswept lupins
and a last look out back. I dreamed last night a bulldozer had ripped this up for a suburban tract.
It is for sale. We cross our fingers and toes that no one would use it for such a thing.
So I wandered over to the Pink Tulip and found her disrobed. Oh my.
only her pistil and stamens left.
Do you remember the strangely hard purple buds that grew tight to the ground?
This is what they became. I still don't remember what they are called.
Here are some more blooming by the dead tree trunk in the morning light.
By the composter, the Clematis are in bud
A Harelson apple begins to grow
Hopefully they will survive the deer this year
The poppy, the garlic, and a small row of lettuce beyond.
a poppy bud
Just a little update; we have the pheasant to thank.
holding the light