My favorite color has always been green. And for connoisseurs of verdure in my little corner of the world, the best time of year is late spring/early summer, when the grass and leaves emerge in a brilliant burst of emerald. This is when the most delicate of infant leaves and tendrils appear. Yes, they may still be blasted by frost, but if you don’t tell them, I won’t.
Hostas wet with the remnants of last night’s rain!
The lilac, one of the most sublime of floral scents.
Baby arugula! Or as chefs like to call it, microgreens…
Bleeding heart foliage!
The Long-Suffering Husband planted a posse of pansies. He knows they are my favorite flower!
One of several ferns we’re trying to nurture in a spot that isn’t quite shady enough…
One of the sweetest sights of late Spring: forget-me-nots in blue and pink.
I’m a total sucker for lichens and (naturally) moss…
A patch of bluets, a treasured Spring wildflower that appears annually in our yard!
More pansies. I really cannot get enough of them, or of violets.
A mock strawberry sprouting amidst pebbles. At least I think it’s a mock. We had real wild strawberries at our old house, but the “Indian strawberry” is more common.
We are not overwhelmed with moss like people in the Pacific Northwest. We have just enough to tantalize.