I'm sure that you're just about as sick of garden posts are you are puke posts - but what can I say - that's what the last few weeks have been - puking inside, garden outside. Hurray for you though, this time, I pick garden.
I can't say just what it is that I find so captivating about our little garden this spring. Out of curiosity I looked back over the last few years of photo archives and as I suspected - not a one. So why this year? Is the garden better? Perhaps. It's certainly fuller - lusher. Could also be that the last few years of my life are a blur, so I didn't actually ever really notice the garden aesthetically before. But I think it's something more - if you'll forgive my blatant sentimentality, I think I associate the garden with my children.
I knew that it was going to rain later this week and with that rain would come the end of the Iris's. The powerhouse rosebushes would be missing a great deal of that dynamic first bloom... so not wanting to miss a moment, I ran outside this morning and snapped up the memories that I could. And then turned around and got this pretty awesome memory too.