When the sun hits them just right these coppery beauties shine.
Not sure what kind these are, they aren’t dutch and they aren’t bearded.
My neighbors have many beautiful colors and shapes of columbine in their parking strip garden.
I’m not very good at knowing exactly what’s what so I might be incorrect.
Our local, wild Nootka Rose is actually a bit of a weed. It doesn’t have the elegance of the carefully cultivated hybrids but it has a simple charm…and a lovely scent. I took these pictures today at the beach. They are just coming to the end of their peak blooming period and rose hips are starting to form.
I was working/playing in the garden this morning. We had a great spring for growth, and we aren’t the most regimented of gardeners. That means that we have lots of volunteers in the garden (I have never planted a potato, only thinned them). Today the parsley was in full bloom. I normally leave it to go to seed. I love parsley so letting it volunteer is much easier (and more reliable) than planting it in regimented rows.
Parsley is a cousin of Queen Anne’s Lace. It is less ostentatious but in some ways I prefer its subtle charm.
My friend called at 8:30 last night and said “it’s going to bloom tonight!” We walked the 2.5 miles to her house (parking is crazy where she lives). I’d never seen or smelled anything like this. It smells as beautiful as it looks.