It was a dawn-to-dusk work day, and I wasn’t sleeping well. I might be sleeping tonight. We are going out to dinner at a friend’s house; I had an emotional and powerful visit to the Mansion (more later). This week was significant for me in many ways, but I have yet to have time to share the experience. Tomorrow, I think. It’s important to me.
See you in the morning.
My Dahlia’s are bounding back in rich, deep color.
I am always struck by how well Tulips and other flowers die. They choose beauty all of the way.
The first flowers in the raised garden bed to flower. Small things, I need to find out what they are called.
Jon, it looks like a dahlia. Is it grown from a bulb or tuber? It looks like a dahlia called “first love”. Isn’t that beautiful?! Of course, I may be wrong as I’m not seeing it in person and I don’t live in your gardening zone.
I could look at your Tulip photo all day. Everything about it feels magical. Like perhaps it lives in a softer kinder world.