Achillea in bud. This one has classic grey/green foliage and golden blooms.
Every season is different. Last year by this time we were drowning in almost daily rainfall.
This has been a dry spring.
I spent much of Tuesday attempting to pry weeds from dry crumbly soil. My sturdy garden fork and my sharply pointed trowel were of little help.
The weather was warm and breezy, warm enough to bring out some annoying deer flies.
I cleared weeds around the only surviving blueberry bush, and dug holes for planting three more.
I spent the evening chopping and tugging at weeds in the raised bed which is sheltered by the shop roof overhang. The best I could do was to clear the area so that sunlight and air could reach the peonies and iris there. It will take another session to remove unwanted roots before I can layer on mulch. It was easier to pull small weeds from the perennial strip that was mulched last fall.
Garden sage blossoming in the herb bed with the border of 'pinks' following the slope of side lawn.
The pinks are divisions from my Gradyville garden--moved to the Cane Valley house, divided yet again and planted here.
Their spicy sweet scent permeates the porch and side yard, especially in the warmth of mid-day.
My camera doesn't do justice to the intricate shading of the iris.
A few of these came from over-grown clumps at the Cane Valley property--others were salvaged from the area around a sagging barn next door to our daughter's home.
Pale and frilly.
Today the iris have been hammered by torrents of rain--moisture badly needed, but I begrudge the battering of my beautiful flowers.
Rugosa by the side porch.
Charlie putters about companionably while I admire the billow of a lavender which edges the walkway.
I can marvel endlessly over the intricacies of color and shape in flowers.
Looking at the iris buds I see the possible inspiration for the melting swirls of color in batik fabric.
Fleabane along the lane and at the edge of the corn ground.
Fresh crinkled leaves on a sycamore at the edge of the creek.
A few blackberry brambles have blossomed.
Willis has found a sunny spot against the concrete foundation of the house.
He enjoys this corner sheltering him on two sides from any wind.
We had a 'vacation' from the internet for several days.
I was frustrated last week with error messages, the inability to post comments on my favorite blogs, the length of time to connect with a website.
My PC is more than due for servicing, so I blamed it for the various malfunctions.
By Sunday we had lost connection to the internet.
I fiddled with all the plugs, reset the router, pulled my desk away from the wall to better check the power strip.
Of course I discovered dust and cat hair behind the desk which needed to be hoovered up.
With the feeling that I might as well be thorough, I sorted the tipple of papers, notes and projects that littered my desktop, gave everything a good dusting.
Renewed attempts to get online produced a 'set up' wizard.
Belatedly I though to inquire of my neighbors if they had internet.
They did not, nor did my daughter and son-in-law's home at the other side of the county!
The internet provider's set up gave a help line number. When reached, a recorded message informed of an area wide outage, expected to be repaired within 24 hours.
I attempted again next morning to work through the set-up.
After an irritating 20 minutes of being 'on-hold' with dreadful 'music' assaulting my eardrums, I was connected with a 'real' person who supplied the codes and passwords I didn't have.
With the internet restored, I am realizing afresh how much time we spend online!
Odd that a technology we couldn't imagine a few decades ago, now holds a prominent place in our contacts with family and friends near and far, has revolutionized how we shop and sell, how we read and acquire news and information.
I am relieved to be re-connected, but must admit that I finished a number of tasks more efficiently without the temptation to 'take a break' and 'check in' with the rest of the world.