GREEN.

 "Plants do not speak, but their silence is alive with change...." 
            -May Sarton (Plant Dreaming Deep)

Green. Everything is green these days. The perennials are  popping up fast and furious.  
                              Lemon Balm
While in the greenhouse, the annuals wait with bated breath. Their turn is coming.....soon.

Lilies in the early morning. Waiting for their blooms....

 Alchemilla mollis ( Lady's Mantle) It grows everywhere and anywhere....

 Roses. Lots of roses. Still green.

 Prairie Crocus ( also known as Windflower) has survived the muck of winter. 

 Hot purple Clematis. Re-potted. Much happier it is....

 Native Cranesbill.... Another perennial that  seems to  live on the wind and find a home wherever it wishes.

 Rock wall.  Perennial Hydrangea, Perennial sweet peas, Dragon's blood, Cranesbill...

 Iris. Yellow. It was a goner last year........but it's green this year.

 Rain.

  Campanula. and 40 year old Rhubarb. I  trucked that rhubarb  across the country , leaving a chunk of it everywhere we lived. Last year it was Dead. Gone.  This year it  decided to come ALIVE.....

"Our indigenous herbalists say to pay attention when plants come to you; they're bringing you something you need to learn.."
                                                                 - Robin Wall Kimmerer

 Dragon's Blood..............

 Pink  Bleeding Hearts..........

 White Bleeding Hearts.......

 Bees....

 More Rain.

 "Plants are not like us....." -Hope Jahren

 Rhodo

 And of course, the CAT PLANT (Scientia Cattus) Needs to water, makes its own fertilizer, craves sun and grows upright ..........

Photographs 2020

First Day of Spring.....

 On the first day of spring,  Hearts that Bleed, popped up  for all to see.

  Mount Washington woke from its slumber, under a shelf of cloud.

 On the first day of spring, Cordelia peered over the fence to see if the coast was clear.

  And the clouds, and mist, rolled in , smothering us all.

 That first day of spring started out sunny, with the neighbour's cat, Spencer, lolling by the door.

  And the Mountain became clear, as the morning wobbled along.

 But in time, after first light, Cordelia decided to snooze  under the eye of the mountain.

   While Spencer and his brother begged for snacks. And the Hearts that  bleed, stood taller.

        Till the Mountain was swathed in mist. Smokey took to chasing Cordelia from her perch on the compost. And the rain began to fall.  Beneath the mountain. Beneath the clouds. Over the Hearts that bleed. This first day of Spring.