Apple

Well, I'm off to see the wizard this morning. Actually, just flying to Massachusetts on what some experts predict will be the busiest flying day in the United States this years. Oh, joy! We'll see. There's also a heat dome settling over the eastern United States that should make things even a little more interesting.

So with all that being said, I think I'll share with you this little hopeful scene from yet another garden in Williamsburg.

Daisy

In the gardens attached to the Prentis House in Williamsburg. William Prentis was a prominent merchant in the 18th century.

N. Boundary St.

Coneflowers

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

Daylily Border

Good Morning!

Consider the Lilies

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? 

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

Spring

Meanwhile, spring has arrived here in the middle-Atlantic states.

Garden Wall

Just a parting shot from another one of Naumkaeg's lovely gardens.

Chinese Temple Garden

Naumkaeg

Stockbridge, Massachusetts