surrounded by daisies

I have lots of daisies indoors right now.

Outdoors they have me surrounded.

More approaching all the time.

surrounded by green

I love my house.

blackberries-to-be

I walked downhill to check on growth after it stopped raining so much. At least for a while.

Wild roses are beginning to fade, but still arranged themselves so elegantly it's hard to believe only Nature was involved in the design.

The blackberries are in full bloom.

It looks like there will be lots of them, if I can get to them before the deer and everyone else do!

serendipity

When I planted the coleus in this pot, the sourgrass hadn't shown itself. I really like the combination, though.

Of course, when I planted the coleus, it was standing upright. Then, because of the rain, even though the pot is under the edge of the porch roof, it was full of mud, not dirt, and the plant slowly sank sideways, allowing the lighter sourgrass plants to spread out.

I like the final design, even though I had little hand in it.

greener still

I stepped out on the porch with my camera to take pictures of the increasingly leafy trees, and at the very moment I raised the camera the sun went behind clouds.

So I lurked, pretending to fix supper, until the sun came out again, and grabbed the camera again.

Two different greens, both welcome.

brightness

Here's the mustard blooming near the house, where I would have mowed if it had ever been dry for a day.

The reward of difficulties.

Also a very tall dandelion:

rain, lots

Yesterday I came home from work and checked the rain gauge after 24 hours. Four inches. Four inches. Really. Four!

I can't quite believe it. It certainly didn't look wetter than usual (for lately values of usual) during the day. The creeks weren't any higher, and the flash flood warnings no more exciting.

Not again, please?

greening

Here come the leaves.

Farther left.

And farther.

lily-of-the-valley

These finally came up. They show up later every year since I moved them from the old place, and fewer.

I planted a row as long as the hostas. They don't seem to like where they are.

But there may be a bud under there.