Drea suggested that I can blog about flowers…so I will, even if it just interests her. As well, I have to be honest to myself, and I am passionate about flowers and trees, so why not show what I love? Here is the view from our living room window today. Love it. We never had a blooming Rhododendron before last spring. We had a barely surviving, not blooming one on the coast. No comparison.
This is seeing it while standing on the front porch. The Japanese Maple and the white Alium bulbs were planted last year. I love how they compliment one another. Of course, the Rhodo and the Aliums will stop blooming, but that’s why spring is so special. You have to enjoy, savour the blooms, for the brief time in which they brighten the landscape. Then you need to admire the next thing coming up. Oh, the challenge of planting things to bloom, one after the other, from early spring until late fall. I haven’t taken that one on yet.
Now in the back, I’ve created a strange garden. It starts with the beloved Judy tree, then Hostas neatly planted, then meanders past the Chestnut tree, to wild flowers, and is also interspersed with wild flower seeds, so it will change surprisingly over the seasons. Right now, I see a lot of poppy and lupin seedlings coming up. Some are already mature…look way down the garden…Yes!! our own Lupins.
Soon the wild things will take over. Love the delicate colour of the Lupin. I didn’t know at all what I’d get when I took seeds from our Spruce Court neighbours’ Lupins last fall. Surprise.
This is the last surprise, or is it? Frank working on the property… well, no surprise there. Frank is opening up the deck to create a platform for me to access the clothesline with greater ease than having to stretch out over the bamboo fencing. Frank is making steps down from the platform, with a bamboo gate at the top of the steps, and the other side fenced too. This way, if we come around from the side of the house, we can go up these stairs onto the deck , getting there faster…
..but then missing the flowers on the larger entry way. There, Drea. And thank you!