Early Spring is turning quickly to early Summer. At least by the thermometer – April, temps in the 80’s? Jeepers.
The tree peonies are in full bloom – thrilling and brief. It’s said they add a bloom a year, such that the 100+ year old tree peonies found in China are heavy with blossom. I won’t live long enough to see that, but the white one is 10 years old now.
Matching the tree peonies in enthusiasm, camellias are full of blooms. After the squirrels devoured every bud last year, I’m incredibly happy to gaze at this beauty from my breakfast room.
The clematis montana on the fence is finally filling in, as is the one I trained to grow up a heavy chain. Fabulous, right?
Columbine has self seeded everywhere. This one is the first to bloom.
The hostas emerge. They’ll drape over this walkway by August with their heavy corrugated leaves.
And flanking the front door, twin memorial roses – one for my Mother and one for my Grandmother – planted hoping they would be in bloom for Mother’s Day every year.