Coneflowers

A lively bunch carrying on in the garden in front of my house.

Hibiscus

Daylily Border

Bottlebrush Buckeye

Good Morning!

Rudbeckia

So common in these parts that I suspect many people pass by these Rudbeckia (aka Black-eyed Susans) without a second thought. But then I think how much interest they add to any landscape. I look forward to seeing them bloom every year.

Consider the Lilies

Daylily Hill

Don't Call Me Lily

The don't call me "lily" daylily. 

"Despite their common name, daylilies are not true lilies (plants from the genus Lilium, family Liliaceae)." -- Wikipedia

Mysteries

Peering into the many mysteries lurking in one of the gardens near me. 

On another note, I'm continually forgetting to reload a memory card into my camera. I take it out to load images onto my laptop, then . . . when I'm out shooting, what happens? NOTHING. Absolutely nothing, because I've once again forgotten the . . . Oh, well. Next time. 

What to do you do to keep a memory card in your camera? Or do you shoot mainly with a cell phone camera? 

Hydrangea

A surprising discovery this morning! The genus, hydrangea, was "first described from Virginia in North America," according to this article in Wikipedia. I doubt that I'll ever look at these blooms the same way again. :-)

Purple

Vortex

Staring into the very vortex of the spring pollen season. :-)

Turkey

I heard this morning that we have T-urkey to t-hank for t-ulips. :-)

Variation

Wordless

Flowers like this leave me wordless. 

Morning Dew

Beauty

Still taking the time, occasionally, to breath in deeply and to appreciate the beauty that surrounds us. Well, at least whenever I'm not choking on pollen. :-)

A Tulip Garden

Guarded within the old red wall's embrace,

Marshalled like soldiers in gay company,

The tulips stand arrayed.  Here infantry

Wheels out into the sunlight.  What bold grace

Sets off their tunics, white with crimson lace!

Here are platoons of gold-frocked cavalry,

With scarlet sabres tossing in the eye

Of purple batteries, every gun in place.

Forward they come, with flaunting colours spread,

With torches burning, stepping out in time

To some quick, unheard march.  Our ears are dead,

We cannot catch the tune.  In pantomime

Parades that army.  With our utmost powers

We hear the wind stream through a bed of flowers.

- Amy Lowell

Dogwoods

The dogwood trees are blooming here now. May I never be so distracted as not to notice.