A stroll through the garden

Close-up of a Mt. Hood daffodil

It is a beautiful morning in my part of the world. The birds are singing their little hearts out. The sun is peeking through the newly budding trees. Perennials, native plants, and bulbs are exploding in the garden. I took my camera out to see what it could see and share the results with you.

The bluebells have opened. They must be the loveliest shade of blue found in nature. The concrete urn sitting on a brick pedestal is slowly crumbling, but still I keep it in a place of pride. It reminds me of ancient ruins. Objects like that, crumbling, worn, faded, are one way to bring age to a newer garden.

A clump of grape hyacinth nests below a sprawling old-fashioned bleeding heart. None of the plants in my garden are fancy or pedigreed. Seasoned gardeners often advise novices to love what grows well in their gardens. I find that to be sage wisdom, which spares a lot of heartache and expense from trying what is not suited to your site.

A drift of bluebells underplanted with common violets. I love their sweet faces and subtle scent. One year I made a simple syrup from the violet flowers and sugar, as they are edible and loaded with vitamin C. It was such a gorgeous addition to a flute of champagne, making a celebratory moment even more festive.



The common name for these tiny, white flowers is "spring beauties". They are native to the upper south and tend to shy away from the camera (in other words, it is difficult to get a good picture of them). Each individual blossom lasts only one day, but en masse, they put on a display that lasts for a couple of weeks. I transplanted these from the woods to the backyard and have watched them spread.

These are branches of a kwanzan cherry tree. This one is only a few years old. When mature, they are a truly glorious sight!

I captured a honey bee doing its duty, while the morning sun streamed through the petals.

Here is another clump of violets. It seems it will be a good year for them.

Another shot of some bluebells. Can you tell these are a favorite?


Another bleeding heart. These plants also remind me of childhood and days of innocence. It is funny how deeply rooted some flowers are in my memory.

I hope it is lovely where you are. Happy Monday (yes, there is such a thing)!

Until next time...

Anne