These are parsley blossoms. They look delicate, but they have staying power. Parsley grows so easily here in North Carolina. And it grows in abundance so I let it bolt. They make for lovely arrangements indoors, too.
Even next to my fake, purple flowers on the mantle.
Plants are back. With a vengeance. And it’s not just ferns and fig trees. It is everything: twigs, oak leaves, evergreens. And it’s beautiful.
You don’t need a green thumb. They do pretty well on their own.
A nice privacy screen and setting for my porch. Instant relaxation.
That rose has seen better days though.😬
I’ve been waiting for this moment for two years.
They were not open this morning, but as I pulled into the driveway about an hour ago, I could see that brilliant purple.
Awe. Like first time you see that fledgling sprout push its way through the soil.
In fact, I gasped.
Beautiful purple irises.
I wish I could tell you their specific name, but I have no clue.
They are majestic no matter what their official name may be.
They just blossomed last week.
You mist, water and wait. Then one day, you burst with joy when you see signs of life once again.
It’s worth all of the anticipation.
Say hello to my little friends.
Oregano and paper whites have just made each other’s acquaintance.
This why I play in the dirt.
After labor, comes nursing.