I've been sick, then half sick, and now trying to get whole sick again. Pain management for my neck is a bitch, and one of my teeth that I've invested a fortune in to keep healthy is giving me a problem. I've been out of it most of the time dragging my feet, so this is all she writes, kaput, nada, zip, zap, zilch! I'm going to bed.
Clematis (name unknown) - a ground creeper that doesn't climb
by wrapping tendrils around thin supports.
Wove it through the trellis so my knees get a break
from crying bloody murder when I crawl on the ground to view it.
American Honeysuckle - flower buds reaching for the sun -
in dappled shade with sunshine part of day.
Clematis growing along the ground with splashes of dirt from last nights rain.
Yellow Trillium with a pet slug
Foamflower - Pink Brushes
Merrybells - Large-flowered Bellwort
a demure beauty
Pallida Dalmatica - Grape-scented iris from year 1597.
Haven't quite figured out it's true scent, not like grape juice,
more like grape flavored candy...maybe. Since it is an older variety,
it has smaller flowers on taller stems that do not need support to stay upright.
Blackhaw Viburnum - each flower in this bunch will turn into a berry of blue.
Another batch of red trillium, although it is blooming later than the first with smaller flowers, so I think it is another type.
Little Sweet Betsy Trillium
Aging flowers turning bronze on first batch of red trillium to bloom.
He may not know most weeds from a hole in the ground,
but he's my right hand man.
American Dogwood - each of these flower centers
develops into small red berries after the petals fall off.
Their viewing time is short-lived if the birds find them.
Heuchera americana - Coralbells
with sunlight bringing out the color on the leaf's underside.
American Coralbells that are not hybrids.
These are all from the same batch,
yet different from each other...lovely.
With flower stalks, getting ready to bloom its tiny flowers.
Redbud Tree - with flowers blooming in clumps along all the larger branches and trunk.
This yard work is easing my right foot into the grave
quicker than I had envisioned.
I think mother nature has it right: Welcome everything,
then let them fight it out to the death.
I need a rest.