Springtime doesn't last nearly long enough. All too soon the delicate blossoms fade and scatter with the breezes. The vibrant greens of new growth deepen and darken as they mature into summer plants. The tender young branches grow sturdy and firm. I do wish that it would last a little longer.
The giant crabapple tree whose branches held my brother and sister and me during the countless hours of playing and pretending when we were young.
These cheery tulips are posted at the entryway to welcome visitors lucky enough to spend time at my parent's home.
A single, stray violet has wondered away from the myriad clusters growing socially around the garden.
Who needs blossoming buds when you have lush incredible foliage like the beautiful variegated hosta?
Elaborate fern fronds beginning to open. Who would believe that the broad beautiful frond could be so neatly folded up like this?
A jewel in the garden: the lacy leaves of the brilliant red Japanese maple play with the sunlight sending it dancing all around.
Who could possibly feel the cares of this world while walking in the garden?