It was sunny when I got home, but I had to go trim the honeysuckle on E’s side of the fence, and it had clouded over by the time I’d finished and could wander around, looking at flowers. Still, flowers are pretty even without the sun!
I will never not take pictures of Canadian Columbine. I don’t have a “favourite” flower, but these are definitely in the top ten!
They look so delicate, but they’re tough little bastards; these practically never get watered, but they manage somehow (so far…now that I’ve said it, they’ll all drop dead).
This one volunteered in the bed that is supposed to be Virginia Snakeroot, and I didn’t have the heart to pull it. The snakeroot on that side is sort of “iffy” anyway, and I don’t think it’s going to last for too much longer. It gets a LOT of abuse once the Pipevine Swallowtails find it and lay eggs.
My beloved Lonicera flava. This stuff smells amazing, too. Not strong–you have to stick your nose right in the flowers–but amazing.
This flower had a bonus in the form of a baby Zelus assassin bug. Those little dudes are so cute!
I’d got a couple of little sticks that claimed to be lilac. They were free from the Arbor Day Foundation (I think it was them), but I figured they’d just die anyway, so I stuck them in at the base of the old lady’s white lilac. This is the first year one of them has bloomed. The flowers don’t look like much, but considering the skinny little stick that I jammed into the ground two or three years ago, I’ll take what I can get.
I moved it, then cut it back to about 3′ high because it was all crooked and didn’t bloom for shit. It had only a few flowers last year, but this year it has more, and it’s a lot fuller, which was my goal in the first place. They’d had this poor thing at the corner of the patio on the north side, and that was before I had so much overhanging osage-orange cut back. How it even survived at all is a miracle, but it’s happier now, and the flowers are fluffy, smell nice, and are pretty even if they’re white instead of the purple I like better.
