I am still chasing away those winter blues by reminiscing over my gardens in the warm weather. My little woodland garden cozied up to the front walk brings me joy every time I look out my front window.
The bleeding hearts are still in full bloom. I collect an annual dianthus each year on Mother's Day from our church and add them to the garden. Most of them have wintered over well and become perennials. My primrose have faded but my new Bluebells of Scotland are taking off. The hostas are unfolding and the columbine has started to bloom. The liner on my well had a hole this year and I never did I get a new liner so I couldn't get my fountain going. I added a container of Hens and Chicks as an homage to Handsome Hubby's many great grandmother Christiana Penn, an early settler of New England and avid gardener as her journal attests.
Close-up on the colors of the woodland garden. I love pink, maybe a little too much.
My Niobi Clematis and unknown Iris bloomed together this year providing such a nice complement to each other. These iris are descendants of the ones I remember growing in the west side of my mother's house when I was a girl. Back then we called them flags and I loved their intricate shape and colors.
My transplanted columbine are taking off. I just love these plants.
This is my Syringa or Mockorange,
philedelphus lewisii, the state flower of Idaho. I love the smell of the blossoms and the way the blue hardy geranium sets off the white. I wish that it would bloom longer.
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