My mom gave me a piece of her Mock Orange two years ago, and this is the first time it's bloomed for me.
I was really disappointed that it didn't smell at all when the flowers first started opening.
Well, I guess I just wasn't patient enough, because today, it was smellin' up the whole backyard.
Amazing.
Another hand-me-down baby, this Passion Vine was a tiny volunteer from my friend's plant.
He grew last year, but never amounted to much.
Clearly that is not the case right now.
I have high hopes for flowers this year.
I rearranged around the fire pit area, again.
A rose that was here when I bought the house has buds.
It's SO pretty in bloom.
I've decided I need to stop saying I don't like orange flowers.
I'm definitely particular about which ones are allowed, but I don't dislike them, and actually have quite a few orange perennials tucked around.
I find myself thinking, well, that one doesn't count.
Speaking of which...we're gonna call this apricot and yellow.
I did somethin' crazy. I stuck my dark-leafed maple in the ground.
The one that was in a blue pot, that I had moved to the flower bed last week.
I just kept staring at it, thinking how pretty it would be with all the green.
Probably not the best spot, long term, but oh well.
I got a few new babies for my birdbath planter.
I cleaned out some of them that were taking over, and made room for the new ones.
I stuck a few more new ones in an old colander.
My mom found this really nice succulent dirt for dirt cheap (hahaha), at Naomi's, if you're local.
A few more new annual additions.
I finally got myself an Elderberry.
I have no clue where I'll put it, so he went in a pot with some more annuals.
One of three new hardy Fuchsias.
A new Begonia, that will live inside for winter.
A new creamy white Penstemon.
A new Eucalyptus baby, also stuck in a mixed pot for now.
We're finally eating snap peas from our seeds!
And when I say "we", I mean Baby.
She'll never let us get any in the house at the rate she's devouring them.
She wants to "check" them several times a day.
Which means, eat every single one, no matter the size.
The Fringecup is blooming.
And last, Grace took this picture at Dancing Oaks on our nursery trek.
It's a Gas Plant and it was amazing.
Of course, I had to buy one.
Mine's only a wee little thing, but next year, with any luck, it'll look like this.
Gorgeous, right?
Have a great weekend.
The Dad gets home tomorrow night, just in time for my brother-in-law's 40th birthday party on Saturday.
I'm glad he's going over the hill first. :)
