I don’t get around much so all of y purples tend to be what’s blooming in the neighborhood these days.
I love the emerging and unfurling of the ferns in spring time.
I do not know what this flower is. But I think of them as “bunny bites”.
When I was little my grandma had one and kept rabbits. An early memory I have is of plucking these flowers and feeding them to her rabbits, who devoured them rapidly and wanted more. Strange what sticks in one’s mind from childhood.
Every time I walk by this bush in my neighbor’s yard when it is in bloom I remember. I wonder if Grandma ever noticed that all of the flowers within reach of a four-year-old were missing.
If you know what they are called please let me know.
Spring is here technically but it’s still pretty chilly. Sunday I went out in search of signs of spring. The first spring green I found was the very healthy moss growing on the fire pit. It was spring green the color, but a very winter-y sort of growth.
From a distance there doesn’t seem to be much green in the woods.
Looking closer, I found a few brave leaves starting to emerge.
Naturally the stinging nettle was the most lush!
May has been a peculiar month. Warm and cold, sunny and rainy. The news of the day combined with the weather made me think about a poem I learned in my French class in high school:
Il pleure dans mon coeur,
Comme il pleut sur la ville…Guillaume Apollinaire
Translated: it is crying in my heart like it is raining on the city. The weather was gloomy and wet, suiting the gloom in the news.
I took these photos yesterday. I’ve often thought that May and June are really seasons of their own, not really part of spring and summer. May is iris season and June is rose season. Summer in the Puget Sound region really doesn’t start until July. This little gallery shows what’s in bloom right now on the cusp of the change, with raindrops to represent the tears so many have had to shed this month.
My wish is that you and yours can stay safe and sane as the storms rage about us. May your season of the rose be blessed.
I walk the same route most mornings with the dogs. This lets me keep an eye on progress. This pale pink peony bush has been on my mind of late. today’s sunshine brought it out all the way.