While I am busy quilting, the world is changing into a flowering wonderland. The iris cristata is reliably blooming again, with a bit of poison ivy mixed in. I am always 'going to' divide and transplant some of these to make room, since they are so tightly packed. Of course I still haven't done it.
A really good shot of the poison ivy mixed with the white blooms of candy tuft. These are growing in what we call the pond garden, which sounds lush, but has the hardest rocky clay. Nonetheless, some plants seem happy enough here, so I leave them alone.
Heuchera Bressingham white is almost white with hints of pink and green in the leaves. I keep hoping that this is the year it will really get big, like my other heuchera.
Celandine Poppy, a plant I would like to see in more gardens. I bought two plants and now I have nine. Self seeding in the nearly dark parts of my front bed. And then the big blooms of pink dogwood. This year we have only about 20 blooms, whereas last year there were hundreds on this tree. Our big white dogwood has NONE this year, while a wild one near the road is loaded. Never bloomed in the six years we've been here. Go figure.
Wild woodland anemones. Small white and delicate, they are scattered in the sunnier parts of the woods. Near them grow yellow and purple violets.
Dave takes advantage of the warm Spring sun to have a nap on the back deck. We lost our umbrella in a bad storm so I got a new one, which matches our lounge chairs.
The redbuds continue to amaze.