I love taking a morning stroll through my little gardens with my green tea.
The Queen Elizabeth rose is covered in buds. They will open into lovely pink roses.
There’s one last clump of narcissus blooming in the garden. These are delicate and I like them a lot.
A very expectant Fluffy will hardly let me walk through the garden for her weaving around in front of me and wanting attention.
I love the way the plants grow up and bloom around the stepping stones, but I have to give in and cut back sometimes when the plants become too friendly with the stepping stones.
I also love the way little plants poke through the stonework that outlines the beds. They bloom in hard places. Can I bloom where ever I’m planted?
I have a somewhat “wild”rose the is covered in buds too. Perhaps you can see some of the many buds mixed in with the moneyplant. I call it wild because it started out as a tea rose that did horribly. So I dug it out, or so I thought. The tea rose must have been grafted onto another, stronger rose root, because what grew back was nothing like the tea rose. It has flatter, red blooms and has flourished every year, save a little black spot that I want to learn to deal with organically.
The planting of oregano beyond the pictured planter is doing great. I plan to use a lot of fresh herbs this year.
Can you see the deep reddish-colored blooms of Jupiter’s beard just beyond our statue. (She was named Sarah Elizabeth Gramble by Joseph when he was very young. He’s quite good with names, don’t you think?)
The Knock-Out roses are covered with blooms. This bed desperately needs weeding, but this is a bed from which I get a lot of “weeds” for my infusions. 
The very large spirea shrub is blooming and hanging over the stones that contain the bed its in. I love spirea. So old fashioned!
One of the first things I do is net the leaves that are floating on the water in the goldfish pond and then I feed the goldfish.
The potted diascia is doing great. I’m in such a spray-painting mood lately, I’m tempted to spray paint this basket a pretty antique white.
Well, that’s all for now, except a little quote that can certainly be applied to our lives.
The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes
From leaf to flower and flower to fruit.Algernon Swinburne (1837-1909)
English Poet
Have a lovely Saturday!
Lynn
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I love your flowers and am so jealous of your “spring” weather! What is the year of the Doll House? We love doll house and especially enjoy Tasha Tudors stories.
I love you new banner!
Patricia
Garden is growing, pollen is falling – are you choking like me!!!? I coughed all night after spending time out there yesterday – was hoping for a heavier rain last night but only a brief shower and now the oak pollen catkin thingys are all matted and clumped EVERYWHERE! Oh well, the price of beauty is never easy!
Your garden looks lovely – it’s such a calm and wondrous feeling to tiptoe through in the early mornings isn’t it – I posted on this today too!
Have a super week.
Mary.
Patricia, The Year of the Doll House is a commitment to play dolls with my daughter every day — or at least to try. Children grow up so quickly and I realized a few months back that my daughter needs me in a special way right now. The Year of the Doll House just came to me as a special way to be connected with her and talk with her every day. You can see the original post here: http://www.amothersjournal.com/?p=263
Mary, YES I am choking on pollen. I have to scoop little helicopter seeds and pollen-covered caterpillars and those seed thingys out of the goldfish pond every day! You are right that garden beauty has a price tag! I enjoy visiting your blog and will be heading over shortly to view your garden adventures!
Lynn