My back yard is partly cultivated, partly wild. In the spring, it becomes so luxuriant that to keep it manicured would be a full time job. I rather enjoy its waywardness. Some of my earliest memories involve the exploration of untidy green nooks and the treasures to be found within.
The shady spots are always the ones I love best.
I like to see where things grow when they are left to their own habits, rather than being assigned a spot.
The blooming of the yellow iris in the pond is an eagerly awaited event. “The Pond” is a grandiose name for this tiny body of water. It has a fountain which burbles charmingly, in unison with the frogs.
The pergola is not much used, except by the birds, who adore the wisteria bower. It’s a safe place for them to nest. The wisteria never blooms, because it is too shady here, but its foliage is luxuriant.
Of course the mosses are my favorites. This one looks like a forest seen from far above.
I titled this post “Green Sojourn” because the brilliant spring green remains only for a time. Later the garden will be green, yet the lushness of this moment will fade.