I went outside with my camera determined to take pictures of the flowers I was sure were there. I came back IN with no pictures because now that the Columbine are gone, there are lily buds and naked rose bushes with the meanest, nastiest thorns this side of a state prison.
You know how wet it’s been because if you look at our backyard garden — which has always been a mass of lilies — you will see lilies. Even some lilies with fat buds. But most of the garden is filled with ferns — in what is in any other year, the sunniest part of our property.
In honor of the flowers I used to grow, here are pictures from other years.