"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
-Hamlet, Act One, Scene Five
This above all: to thine ownself be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.” - (again with the Hamlet)
The recent warm weather has worked it's magic.
The flowers my husband planted along the south side of the house are up and smiling in the sunshine.
It's a colourful start to the growing season.
All of Julia's tulips in the front yard, which were just beginning to raise their heads, were laid low in the night by roving bands of marauding deer. She wasn't happy about it.
16 comments:
Thanks, David.
Colorful start and a fresh angle there, Leah.
Agreed, i like the angle. Pretty and unique.
Thanks, Messymimi.
Ooohhh - pretty!
The dandelions and grass are up in my flower garden..... sigh.
Weeds are just plants that got turned around. And you've got some life in the soilbed, that's good.
Thanks.
Glad to see spring is rewarding you with fragrance and beauty.
Beautiful.....although I wish I'd looked at them sober! Hang on, I've not had a drink! Imaginitive photo, Leah. Spring has finally sprung.
All of Julia's tulips in the front yard, which were just beginning to raise their heads, were laid low in the night by roving bands of marauding deer. She wasn't happy about it.
I understand, Chris. Deer are so destructive. They come into town at night and dance all over.
Blogger must have eaten my comment on this the first time you posted it.
Love the angle, and the beauty of your flowers. Hope the critters stay away from them.
Messymimi, Blogger feasted before I had a chance to respond.
Thanks. So far the deer have ignored them.
I am so enjoying the warm weather magic. It's lovely. Even in spite of the wind and mosquitoes;))
A lot of wind here too. I pointed out to my wife that at least this time it isn't blowing a bunch of freakin' snow along with it.
Isn't it so refreshing to see these wonderful colours again? Pretty flowers, Leah.
Dawn mosquitoes are part of the fun of the season.
Chris, the wind here has blown fire into a town. We can't win up here.
Yes it is, Hilary. Thanks.
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