Lush green everyone as we are enveloped in Irish mist. Columbine pink bloomed in the west garden which is turning into Strawberry fields. Lots of hosta, lots of varieties, forcythia took up front among the gorgeous Serbian Spruce and Hemlock, white pine and cedar. I always say I won't to the Forget-me-nots but I always do! Bleeding hearts abound apropos of Spring. Clematis climbs, blueberries shake rain drops off white bells and the tulips blush.
Had to hose down the wood chucks on Friday, Quite an afternoon of young love and they have been sleeping every since. Well, it spares my flowers. The apples, cherry, pear, and peach have all bloomed and petals drop like snow. Paradise.
Sweet fern smells divine. Berries, apples, beans.. Soapworts, lavender, sage, rosemary, herb Robert, lovage, cedar, balsam...
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