Our garden has never had much fall interest so this year I’m excited about the new asters in the native plant garden. So excited, in fact, that I couldn’t wait for them to open entirely before photographing them several days in a row. There is something magical about emergence, being poised on the brink of discovery but with so much left unknown.
A surprise bloom from our new native plant garden (I thought we’d have to wait for next year). We have so many new and unfamiliar varieties in this garden – I just can’t wait to get to know them as they grow.
What a difference a day makes! Yesterday was gray and raw with a much-needed April shower.
Reflections never fail me! I stood out in the rain just long enough to glimpse our budding silver maple in the mirrored puddles. I thought it made a good contrast to yesterday’s brilliant yellow-green sugar maple buds.
It wasn’t my intention to post TWO bud photos in a row but, two things: it’s all happening (!) and a lot of that activity looks like plants, trees, bushes, vines, budding out. And it’s awesome.
Second, I got my eyes dilated yesterday and spent half the day incapacitated (ugh!) unable to take photos, do any computer work, or be functional, really, in any way. By the time I got my vision back, it was slim pickins’. Fortunately for me, I don’t have to look very far to see the wonders of spring afoot…
While I was out photographing the prescribed shoreline burn at Lake Nokomis, the little prairie garden near my house was cooking up its own surprises. I did a double take when I spotted the little magenta buds of prairie smoke. And I was glad to see a heartening display of green shoots poking out from the charred spots. The fresh colors seem so especially vibrant this time of year.