A pretty red cardinal visited our front yard this morning.
End of April and the Dianthus are in full bloom. Somehow we ended up with a lovely mix of Neon Star pink and a more salmon toned shade. They are beautiful together and the Neon Star sure lives up to its name when the sun lights them up.
I don't remember the roses ever blooming this early, but after a 90-plus degree day, we went out this morning and there they were! I love how this rosebush (which the garden store GAVE us, thinking it was dead or nearly so) has kept on giving while one we paid quite a bit for gave up the ghost a couple of summers ago.
April is almost over and we are way ahead of schedule with spring. What gorgeous, gorgeous weather we've been having. (Pay no attention to that sickly blue spruce hiding behind the lacebark elm. We're hoping it will make a comeback after last summer's extreme heat.)
I don't consider it officially spring until we get the big market umbrella up on the deck. That's where I'm sitting now with a great book and a cup of tea enjoying the planted pots and watching the gardens come to life.
It finally quit raining so we could get the lawn mowed and get out in the yard to pull weeds. Lots of weeds. But they came up easily and the yard looks so much better now.
|If you look closely, you can see bleeding hearts behind the pink Columbine. The hint of purple on the slopes of Rock Garden Hill come from Winterperry Blue Speedwell.|
|The hanging plants are Petunias awaiting potting for the flower cart my dad built as a housewarming gift almost seven years ago. Can't wait to fill it with a splash of Petunias and sprigs of Sweet Potato Vine in chartreuse and burgundy.|
As we celebrate the holiest days of the Christian calendar, our gardens seem to be declaring the glory of the Lord with every leaf and bloom. What a beautiful spring it has been. And so much earlier than usual. Here are the views around our yard today.
|Columbine and Bleeding Hearts are blooming their hearts out on Rock Garden Hill.|
|More Columbine on Boulder Hill. It's always a race to see if the Columbine finishes blooming before the Wild Bergamot overtakes it.|