Woodland anemone are the first flowers to bloom in our yard each spring, which is no surprise because they’re native to the area. These I bought from a greenhouse before realizing they’re abundant in the ditches along the road I walk out here.
As I write this, having not left for Kelowna yet (I scheduled all this week’s posts to publish while I’m gone because hey, I may not even see a computer while I’m away), I regret that the oriental poppies and the painted daisies are on the verge of blooming, and it’s my rotten luck that I’ll be gone a week and miss some of their brief season of brilliance. This is the reason I try not to go anyplace in the summer. That’s how much I love my flowers. Their beauty gives me actual joy and each summer when they bloom it’s like seeing old friends after a year apart.