an Easter has never meant more and a spring has never been needed so badly. the garden has obviously found her party shoes under her bed.
i am so in lurve with this pyracantha which is espaliered on the back of my back steps. she is today's covergirl for my garden and the roses are probably thinking 'bitch, watch yourself.'
madame alfred carriere against my window (the one on the garage is about to pop, too.)
loropetalum and her bestie, salvia
i sowed these bluebonnet seeds in november and am so in love with these lupines.
granny smith apple blossoms
my boifriend, abraham darby
the incense passiflora has not come back yet. lamarque will be covering the coop within a year.
the noisette lamarque
katy road pink
mrs. b.r. cant
(clearly, a could)
my hedge of mrs. b.r. cant have been popping for a while and the other roses are showing themselves, too. the musk bubble bath is just about to burst.
after the harsh winter, i sadly said goodbye to my bougainvilleas, but gladly said hello to them again friday morning. new growth is coming from the roots, even though the canes were destroyed by the freezes.
rebirth. how apropos for this weekend.