It took twenty wheelbarrows-full, thirty shovels in each load, to cover my flower garden. While I worked I heard the return of the phoebes who inhabit the same nest under the eaves each year, mating osprey, a woodpecker though I couldn't see which one(s). Last year at this time I saw a yellow-bellied sapsucker and sometimes we see a pair of pileated peckers. But this time, I just couldn't see them.
Explosions of color are small, but thrilling, like this chinodoxa forbesil, a perennial favorite of mine.
Tête-a-têtes bloomed all at once during the day.
A bee died in this crocus. Do you suppose s/he overate in the glory of spring? It was very hard to photograph for some reason, but if you look closely, you can see the furry body.
Explosions of color are small, but thrilling, like this chinodoxa forbesil, a perennial favorite of mine.
Tête-a-têtes bloomed all at once during the day.
A bee died in this crocus. Do you suppose s/he overate in the glory of spring? It was very hard to photograph for some reason, but if you look closely, you can see the furry body.
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