The very first Rose of Sharon. Our all white version has a larger than usual flower and no color in its throat.
The Redheaded Mushroom with the number seven was discovered by Flutemaker and we both marveled at the wonder of it all. Were we being given an omen and what could it mean? We will wait for more sevens to show up.
At last the wild Blueberries are giving of their bounty. You can't see the ripe ones because I ate them before I thought to take the picture. Maybe next time. The flavor is wonderful, the morsel is tiny, a true gift in a tiny package.
Here the tame berries are just taking on color. Soon, very soon, hopefully before the birds zero in on them, we will have a few to put on our cereal.
Good fellow Mr. Froggy enjoys the garden along with the bugs, rabbits and us.
I have always loved the flowers of Hostas. To me they remind me of the bells of a Carillon.
The sad looking hanging tomatoes gave us our first harvest last week.
Small be tasty.
The wild Flowers continue their prolific blooming and spreading. The Pippsipsiwa has opened their flowers and are shinning their tiny little selves to my delight.
Not to be outdone the Lilly and Shasta Daisies open in the tame garden.
Finally a little blurry, but sitting still for a moment a pair of Ruby Throated Hummingbirds as they pose for a portrait.
The Redheaded Mushroom with the number seven was discovered by Flutemaker and we both marveled at the wonder of it all. Were we being given an omen and what could it mean? We will wait for more sevens to show up.
At last the wild Blueberries are giving of their bounty. You can't see the ripe ones because I ate them before I thought to take the picture. Maybe next time. The flavor is wonderful, the morsel is tiny, a true gift in a tiny package.
Here the tame berries are just taking on color. Soon, very soon, hopefully before the birds zero in on them, we will have a few to put on our cereal.
Good fellow Mr. Froggy enjoys the garden along with the bugs, rabbits and us.
I have always loved the flowers of Hostas. To me they remind me of the bells of a Carillon.
The sad looking hanging tomatoes gave us our first harvest last week.
Small be tasty.
The wild Flowers continue their prolific blooming and spreading. The Pippsipsiwa has opened their flowers and are shinning their tiny little selves to my delight.
Not to be outdone the Lilly and Shasta Daisies open in the tame garden.
Finally a little blurry, but sitting still for a moment a pair of Ruby Throated Hummingbirds as they pose for a portrait.
Take a stroll with other folks over at The Quiet Country House.
