I went into town to take pictures of Owen at work, stopped to pick up some stuff to drink, then came home to take flower pictures. I haven’t conquered macro pictures of flowers yet. I think I need some instruction. Meanwhile, though, the Columbine is big and beautiful.
The red berries are part of the big Holly tree we are growing.
The cut-down roses from last year decided to start growing like mad. Lucky for us, the Rhododendrons are finished, so I guess it’s okay if the roses trap them against the fence. Again.
We had to get tested for antibodies today, so we had to get outside. Fortunately, it was a beautiful day. Warm and sunny and everything flowering. On the way out, we stopped at Koopman’s, the lumber yard and everything else store and I bought a big white and purple fuchsia. It will match my orchids.
The Mumford Dam in May
Puffy clouds over the river
I used my iPhone because I hadn’t brought my camera. It takes good pictures — very sharp and clear — but it isn’t a camera. And transferring the pictures from the iPhone to my PC is a real pain. But it’s a convenient backup for when I don’t have a camera with me and it’s hard to complain about the quality. I do have to learn to not get my fingers in the path of the lens. I got a lot of pictures of my fingers and thumbs.
Garry with his mask
It’s my first fuchsia in three, maybe four years, since the florist I used passed away. Fitting it in with the feeders was interesting. It couldn’t be in front of the feeders or I’d never get and bird pictures.
Columbine, at home
Coming home, I had my camera and stayed out long enough to get some pictures.
I missed the big blooming of the columbine, but there are some new ones with buds. I missed the daffodils, but there were a bunch of narcissus on the other side of the driveway. I don’t know how they got there since I didn’t plant them. The roses ARE back. They are just very short, but I have a feeling that one of these days they are going to go crazy. June will be the month of tearing thorns.
It was raining all last night and today, but without the hurricane-force winds. Every single bone in my body hurts. When I stand up and move it’s like a tympanic symphony in there. Crunching and snapping, crackling, and popping.
Spring along the river
A flowery road by the farm
Surprisingly, we DO have flowers. In the middle of the woods, there is a little grove of Magnolia trees that are blooming. If it would stop raining for a few hours, I could get some pictures. Even without the pictures (not only was it raining, but it was cold!), I was glad to see something other than Forsythia and Crocus.
Columbine and old wood texxture
Because none of the Columbine are blooming. Not even Solomon’s Seal is in bloom. And don’t even think about the Lilacs. Actually, I take that back. It probably is blooming, but it’s so far up in the tree, I need my very long lane to even see the flowers — IF I can see them.
Outside, it’s just dark and rainy, windy, muddy, and cold — with snow further north.
Bright pink Columbine against an old picket fence. Bright color and the texture of aging wood.
Columbine and old wood texxture
The daylilies aren’t blooming yet, though I think they will be before the week is finished. Perhaps this is a good time to remember the gardens of 2018 which were a month late because of the cold spring. I think we’re doing the cold spring again with the addition of pouring rain, lightning, and wind.
Good thing the climate isn’t changing!
When the flowers are blooming
Columbine along driveway
While they were so busy blooming, I took pictures. I think the next time I look — tomorrow if it isn’t pouring rain — I will see the beginning of the blooming of the daylilies.
I think if there had been a bit more sunshine, they would be blooming already. I don’t know if the roses will bloom this year. We cut them all the way down and it may take them a season to grow back.
I’m sure they will grow back. They are much too stubborn to die.
Columbine along the picket fence