i can never tell if the birds actually feast on the seed heads throughout the winter. but if they don’t enjoy them, I certainly do. cute-ass snow-plopped lollies.

were it not for the inevitable cold, wet all, i’d accept this invitation to sit and enjoy

sweet species tulip! I fear you may emerged too soon, my dear. But then, its my first season with you. Perhaps you’re right where you need to be. xoxo

plants that once were still stand proudly in the sun.

it feels like potential buried under all those leaves. pepper feels it too.

the maligned prickly juniper (i think) catching dazzling icicles form the dripping gutter overhead. two negatives do equal a positive.

first day of the year in an upper midwest garden. i shudder. going back to the couch.