Many plants are blooming now. There are still poppies.
I expect this area to have more poppies next year. The seeds have no place to go now that the plants have reached the wall.
This plant, whose name I cannot remember although I bought it, has dutifully bloomed all winter, but not so energetically as it is doing now.
The apache plume has begun to come out. It’s named for its feathery seed heads, but the white flowers are much more visible.
Most of my gardening is in the back yard, where no one but me has much chance to see it, but this indian hawthorn that came with the house puts on a show for a brief time in spring.
And for an extra touch in the front yard I took the palm branch (it’s plastic) which was delivered from church with other materials to use for worship in holy week, and tied it to my front gate.
It blows nicely in the wind, but it may not be fit to return for reuse next year.
This spring I have one between sidewalk and wall, and two tiny ones between sidewalk and road. My next-door neighbor has a few in what used to be his lawn. The neighbor across the way has several. I’m waiting to see if he pulls them out. As I’ve noted before, I like volunteers and won’t pull these. But they won’t last long.
Purple mat is a small flower which, this year, is here, there and everywhere in my yard, after some years of scarcity.
The iris came with the house. That is, a few flat leaves showed up in unexpected places. I’ve transplanted and fed them. They seem to like being against the wall. They take much more work than native flowers, and don’t last as long, but they were an accidental gift, so I keep caring for them.
No, these are not the same poppies I’ve shown before. It’s a good year for them, they keep appearing in new spots.
I tried to plant something else for the winter in this pot. It didn’t make it. These violas don’t care whether it is winter or spring.
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