The biggest, fattest snowflakes (snow dollops?) of the season arrived yesterday, like cold water in the face of Spring.
I’m no poet, but these verses are meant to make you smile:
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The biggest, fattest snowflakes (snow dollops?) of the season arrived yesterday, like cold water in the face of Spring.
I’m no poet, but these verses are meant to make you smile:

I’ve always wondered what this bird is saying — atop one of Jean Long’s clever bird feeder creations. (“Time for more food!”)

Pale blue forget-me-nots.

‘Mama’s Garden’ in early-mid Spring.

Japanese maple leaves in the Spring rain.

Fat, fragrant double blooms on our Wisteria vine.

Spring flowers together…..

But we must do the work….

I love the purple globes of giant Allium.

The Weigela is so soaked, its branches are almost touching the ground.
And, below, the gorgeous purple-blue pansy.

Happy Spring, everyone. We’ve had rain, grey skies, and the stream out back has turned into a rushing river. But I’ll take it: Welcome, Spring!
Flower Photos by H. Grange.
The only pansies we’ve had past the month of June were the dead kind.
If not dead, then seriously bedraggled.
That’s why I stopped planting them each spring, and always planted other stuff instead.
Annual plants that last longer. Like blue salvia, pink snapdragons and ivy.
But our landscaper friend Blaine brought us some bulbs and pansies to put in pots in early May.
Container planting is the only gardening I do these days, so I was happier than a pig in mud.
The hyacinth and daffodils bloomed heartily and died back. But the pansies kept blooming.
And blooming.
The rain beat the flowers down, but they’d spring back soon after.
Mid-July and they’re still blooming.
So here’s to the indomitable Pansy.
Long may you live!
For fascinating facts about the pansy, or viola:
My husband named this garden for my mother. It’s my favorite garden and I promised to tend it.
But my injuries made gardening a huge challenge and Mama’s Garden became a little jungle.
For the last few years, it’s looked a bit wild, especially from the outside.
But it’s always a treasure-trove on the inside.
My Good Man weeded the pathway for me this Spring – thank you, thank you, Kind Sir!!
Suddenly, you could see the path and even the plants stood out more.
That purple flower on the left below is woodland phlox. Farther below, in the next picture, is Solomon’s seal, blooming its small white bells.
Yes, even Irises bloom here.Â
Ferns, hydrangea, Jack-in-the-pulpit, May apple,dogwood, ligularia, wild phlox, woodland phlox, astilbe, hosta — and many more plants grow together here. Â Including two clematis vines.
 The double clematis flourishes on the entrance arbor. It will cover that side of the arbor very soon.
The dogwood blooms above all that. It has never looked better.
Same goes for the purple lilac.
Way to go, Mama’s Garden! Â Thank you for your thriving and lovely ways.
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Dedicated to my mother.
With thanks to my husband for all his work in our garden.