dancing queens

264/365: red and yellow dahlias

Can’t you just hear the music? I see a dance hall full of swirling red and yellow skirts, smiling faces, warmth and energy.

There are no wallflowers among dahlias.

tickled pink

261/365: annabelle hydrangea turning pink

I guess it’s her little secret as to why, but something has our old-fashioned white hydrangea blushing positively pink…

every diva has her day

250/365: zinnia

Zinnias are a beautiful but humble flower. Planted by haphazard handfuls of seed, they spring up cheerfully wherever they’re thrown. It’s never about choreography, just a riot of joyful color.

The spotlight changes everything.

new hue

246/365: purple woods aster

Walking through the summer woods is a largely monochromatic experience. Green on green. Any other color really stands out.

I’m happy either way: I never tire of the infinite shades and textures of the leaves but the surprise of a wildflower is always welcome.

queen of the underground?

222/365: dead (sun)flowers

This is what a burn-out day on the 365 (and my deck) sometimes looks like.

Any Stones fans out there? I’m sending you Dead Flowers. Click through to listen on Spotify.

 

come hither

Another new appearance in the native plant garden. This one is said to attract hummingbirds. Fingers-crossed…

205/365: royal catchfly

au naturel

200, baby!

A favorite color combo found in the garden with super-vibrant colors that are 100% natural. I didn’t move a slider or massage a single pixel. This here’s REAL 🙂

200/365: cosmos

a time for love

Tomorrow Brad & I celebrate our 15th anniversary! It’s also peony season. One of my favorite, swoon-worthy flowers since childhood, I chose white peonies in my bridal bouquet. So, in celebration of my swoon-worthy husband and 15 beautiful years: a peony. I think I need to plant white ones…

156/365: peony

petal by petal

The flowering trees make the city feel as opulent as a palace. The cascade of petals like confetti at a grand parade. And the rich royal carpet they create as they fall lends its own ‘red carpet’ bearing to a simple Saturday evening stroll.

127/365: petals on the stairs