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

MARCH in Like a Lion.....

(Bleeding Heart Hands)

  At Campbell River.  In like a Lion.  Here is March.

               Probably not out like a lamb.                                                                  

                   Cat paws on the gate.

The estuary. Like glass most days. Except for the geese that puddle back and forth.

                                            Mythical realms...

                                                   Dragonsblood popping up.

          Quadra Island and Coast Mountains. The ever present eagles. Watching. Sizing you up .

"Like an army defeated the snow has retreated, and now does fare ill on the top of the bare hill. " (March by William Wordsworth)

                                                    Shorelines recede .

                                      The Passage  seems  surreal in the leftover fog.

                                                         Bunny wistfully views the world.

                                                  While  Smokey  tries to avoid rain.

        First Crocus.         First  bit of sunshine for Cordelia, finally venturing down from the hill.

           First Rose leaves.

                                             Seymour Narrows view almost overrun with brush.

                                  Spencer. Rolls with delight.  Basking in the first weak sun.

                                             Discovery passage mirrored in fog and mist.

                                                 Float planes rise tentatively.

                               Empty benches at the water's edge. No one to see.

      "There's joy in the mountains, there's life in the fountains, small clouds are sailing, blue sky                        prevailing. The rain is over and gone!" ( March by William Wordsworth)

                         Waiting for March to go out like a lamb. Well, one can hope.
                                                        But I wouldn't count on it.......