Here in the midsection of the country, the season is a full three to five weeks ahead of normal. But, who's complaining?
My crocus, above, are long gone. Some years, we'd just be seeing them now. All of the tulips are well ahead of schedule. Some of my varieties are on the downhill slide now. Others, I've already stuck a fork in.
The wild violets along the creek ravine were spectacular this season. More blooms than I think I've ever seen on them. Most of them are spent, but they leave behind such pretty clumps of heart-shaped leaves. My mom always wanted me to pull out the violets, as, admittedly, they are very invasive. Over the years, I've compromised by choosing to "control" them to prevent takeover of flower beds and lawn.
The native Prairie Smoke flaunts it pink heads. By the time these normally bloom, the pretty blossoms will have given way to an intriguing puff of smoke--fluffy seed heads that grace these attractive plants until winter.
Brunnera are among my favorite early bloomers. This year's show does not disappoint.
I don't remember what these lovely white flowers are that cascade down the rock wall. I bought one small plant at closeout at Home Depot several years ago. It looked like it was on its last leg when I bought it, but has looked like a million bucks every season since.
Garden, the color becomes you.
Make it a great day!
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