Assuming they even survive, I’ll be dead by the time they amount to anything, but they were free, and even the biggest sequoia began as a tiny stick.

White paint: American redbud

Blue paint: Washington hawthorne

Purple paint: Sargent crabapple

Orange paint: White flowering dogwood (in the edge of Sarah-Flah’s garden)

Red (pink?) paint: Purple lilac. I planted these by the old lady’s lilac so the little dudes would have company.

A lot of the stuff I planted last year down by the creek got choked out by Indian (turban, not bourbon)  strawberry and other junk, but a few survived.

Breeches for a very small Dutchman.

Might be squirrel corn, now that I think about it. EDIT: No, they’re more bleeding heart shaped.

Larkspur that refuses to be killed by the cold.