In the blue pots we have iris nestled in front of the rhododendron
while above me the fresh walnut leaves sang in the blue, blue sky
The front garden too is developing from
to this, shimmering in the breeze and catching all the south facing sunlight
|grasses to swing and sway|
|veronica and penstemon|
And this greets me every day when I come home from work, lifting my spirits with its exuberance.