I was very excited to find ‘Little Much’ amongst the ‘Persian Berry’ patch this afternoon.
I try to separate out the slow-growers.
I thought I had lost this lovely lilac and white bearded iris.
What a nice discovery on an otherwise strange day.
I hope it is a sign not to lose hope.
I am struggling with my other blog and book.
I want to drop it all until the fall.
I am the FLOWER after all!
Flow movin’ slow.
This is one plant that Mr. Flower and I both love.
We picked this one out together, actually we got two.
The one closer to the house does better because it gets more attention.
Gibraltar is its name.
It looks as though aflame.
When the sun hits it in the morning, it glows.
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This iris bloomed for the first time on Easter morning.
It will continue to bloom periodically all summer and into the fall.
It is only about two feet high, so should be planted in the middle of a bed
instead of the usual back row of hybrid bearded iris.
It is easy to grow, elegant and deer resistant.
Bearded iris, Iris germanica ‘Immortality’.
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The fairies begged us to have an egg hunt over Easter weekend.
Ruth and I hid the eggs.
Tinker Bell brought cupcakes.
The Tooth Fairy brought Sundaes. I think she has a sweet tooth.
Rosebud insisted we serve tea.
Those Playmobil fairies wear their skirts too short for my taste. Baby don’t bend over!
The Queen was dressed in her best vinery. Looks like she’s been eating a chocolate bunny.
Poison Ivy is way too competitive. She brought a very large basket.
I loved Wingrid’s hat. It was just her color. (literally)
I did wish that Ruth had not kept pointing out where we hid the eggs.
A chipmunk showed up.
He spent most of his time finding the food. No surprise there.
When the finders are also fliers, the sky is the limit as far as hiding places go.
I am not sure what happened?
Our egg hunt turned into a chick rescue.
I should have known not to use those magic eggs!
Happy Easter Peeps
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The tiniest plant in my garden is blooming now.
Ledebouria cooperi ‘Jessop’ is only three inches high.
I have it planted it by walkways and ponds so it can get noticed by those with a keen eye.
It’s like a tiny treasure hidden in plain sight.
I love its pinstriped leaves.
It is a bulb.
Here is a whole plant.
I am not supposed to have favorites, but the fairies love this one the most.
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That’s how it is here. Each day a new flower starts blooming. I record it in my journal and take its photo.
That’s where it ends.
I go back to weeding and transplanting.
My hands are dirty, my shoes are dirty, my apron fills with debris.
I talk to the bunnies and my bird friends, but the computer is inside.
It may as well be on the moon, because I am literally running to get things done.
Before rain tasks, after rain tasks. I forgot to fertilize the smallest rose… So sorry baby!
You should be seeing a flower a day here, but I have things to do with my dirty hands..
Then there is preparation for a fairy Easter egg hunt…
So much to do, so little time…
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I went out to take pictures ahead of the coming storm.
It is overcast.
This is when white shines like a diamond amongst the greens.
Most folks overlook white flowers.
Take a closer look on an overcast or rainy day.
You may end up liking white as I do.
Some say it is the rice of the garden…cleansing the palette.
I think white flowers have an understated elegance
that is for those with a delicate taste for finer things.
The quiet color that waits to be noticed.
Yes. I like white flowers very much.
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As if weeding outside was not enough to keep a gardener busy in spring,
there is also this issue of potted plants.
They need attention now, too.
I pot up house plants before I bring them inside in the fall.
(“Pot up” means that you move a plant into a slightly larger pot.)
I am always amazed how much growth occurs over winter inside
when it seems they are just sitting there waiting for spring.
These were in desperate need of more space and soil.
A plant screams by shriveling, drooping or turning yellow.
Not only have they been potted up and fed some plant food,
they are now enjoying their first pollen-washing downpour.
Don’t they look happy?
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Everything was sunny yellow this morning.
The hue was not due to the yellow sun.
It was caused by a coat of pollen on everything.
The pansies were dusted.
The pond was powdered.
I tracked some in on my socks
after taking off my yellow-toed shoes.
I tried to sweep it up.
But that just stirred it up.
It was thick enough to write in.
What a mess to greet my guest.
Please, pardon my pollen.
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