I don’t mind admitting my jealousy of my neighbor’s flowers. Luckily, I have these gorgeous ones planted on either side of our yard. I defy anyone not to feel delighted while staring at a bunch of brash poppies showing themselves off magnificently during their too-brief life.
Some photos taken this spring of other spectacular flowers our neighbors have planted that we are lucky enough to see every day.
Siberian Iris in Phyllis’ yard
Peony in Phyllis’ yard
Our neighbor Margaret is crazy about daffodils – her yard is full of them! And earlier this spring, they bloomed in quite the showy profusion. Here she shows off some prize specimens.
Finally, what would spring be without a breaktaking crab apple tree. Margaret’s was the loveliest one we’ve seen this year and it was stunning. The distance picture doesn’t do it justice – too much shadow, but the close up gives you an idea of what the whole tree was like.
… watching Ma and Pa Duck waddle across the backyard late one spring afternoon.
Pictures from our front yard, taken today.
Tahitian Sunset – a flirty hybrid tea rose with magnificent color
Climbing Polka – we’ve planted two in front of trellises on the front wall of the house. Originally hybridized in France in 1992, the color and scent are both exquisite and subtly elegant.
On the way home from school last night, as I emerged from a tropical shower (I was in the car, thankfully!) I looked up to see a double-rainbow stretched from one side of the Mississippi in St. Paul to the other side in Minneapolis. It was a splendid, even breathtaking, effect. I’m not sure whether I’ve ever seen a double rainbow before, at least not one that close. I thought it might even stop traffic. It didn’t. But it was still a moment of transcendant beauty and a uplifting end to what had others been a day with a few disturbing events.
We have orioles! Neighbors told us when we first moved in that Baltimore orioles used to come to our yard because some prior owners fed them. We put a feeder out about a month ago, but no luck – until yesterday. I was out talking with my neighbor Phyllis and on the way balk into the house I heard a distinct call I had never heard in our yard before. I waited by the back porch door and, sure enough, a little oriole came down and had his fill of grape jelly before flying off to a neighbor’s tree. Judging from the color, it was an adult male. I hope it will be the first of many sightings. They are stunning birds and their song is so lovely to hear.