I love, love, love the transitional seasons! Spring is in its full glory right now, and local gardens tell the tale beautifully. So without further commentary from me:
This is my favorite garden. The mixed plantings look so worn-in, so deliciously random–I can’t get enough of s-l-o-w passes by this yard.
The poppies pulled me in.
But then there were the bachelor’s buttons.
And the hollyhocks. From palest pink…
…to vibrant fuchsia.
And a tumble of pink roses. Elsewhere in the neighborhood I discovered even more flowers too lovely to pass by.
Another rose cascade, this one moodier than the first. For a few seconds I felt like I was in the wildwood. (See May’s book Wildwood Dancing.) I think flowers like these would definitely grow there!
More red poppies, different garden this time. These were SO huge!
Finally, another unusually-hued iris. By the time I noticed this one the sun was setting. The sky began taking on richer colors–the same colors I was sighing over as I examined these petals. Over my head, at my feet–it’s all a blaze of glory. Stop. Stare. These gardens aren’t even mine and they’re still good for my soul.