Yucca

My Lovely Rose

Come live by me, my lovely rose

whilst I bad poetry must compose.

Your smell so sweet, your petals so dear

fill me with longing when you are near.

 

Your beauty bids a sunflower blush

and makes an evil wind fall hush.

For none compares to your fragrant kiss

To love a rose is to live in bliss.

Mountain Laurel

A Sunday drive showed us that not everything has drowned from the recent 8-10 inches of rain. The mountains on top near the West Virginia line still had mountain laurel offering up a white (and occasional pink) decoration amidst the prevailing greenery.

Mountain laurel is a native North American plant. It's a broadleaf evergreen shrub in the heather family. The mountains are full of them but you only seem them in late May and early June, when the flowers burst out to decorate the mountainsides.

Unfortunately I was not able to photograph any pink laurel. We saw a little of it but by the time I opened my mouth to say, "stop the car," we'd already whizzed past it.

This is my favorite, when you can see the mountain laurel as far back as you can look.

Photos taken with Nikon Coolpix P500.

These pictures were taken on Potts Mountain in Craig County, Va.

Flower Daze

A Day's Difference

My forsythia and daffodils yesterday.

My forsythia and daffodils today.

 

 

 

The Return of the Pansies

I did not purchase pansies to plant this year. I have them, nevertheless. They came up first in February, then died during a cold snap in March.

And here they are again. Oddly, they have sprang up in my flower bed in a nice row even though they were planted in a whisky barrel last year.

February Yellow

An overly warm February brought out daffodils and pansies. What will March bring? Will it come in like a lion, or a lamb?


"Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare went on.
"I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least - at least I mean what I say - that's the same thing, you know." - Lewis Carroll

February Volunteer Violets

So here it is February 24, and we have daffodils blooming and weeping willows greening because the weather has been too warm for this time of year.

These violets are from last year, and came up all by themselves in my flower bed.

Sunflowers Off Wheatland Road



Okay, turn your backs on me.




There is always one who looks the other way.




Thirty acres of sunflowers dancing down the hill.




I am the sunflower queen!




No you are not, we are all sunflower queens!




We are the three wicked step sisters!




And we're Cinderella's guardians!



Summer's End

Summer Flowers

Rock Lilies

May Flowers

Signs of Spring