It’s no secret that I absolutely love spring! Everything returns to life, and all the color comes back in the world. I know I take a lot of very similar photos each year. To my regulars, I can only say, bear with me. I have to get the flower/blossom photos out of my system. What can I say? It’s an obsession.
Perhaps, these first two are a type of Anemone? Both of them and the next two were taken at Burgess Falls last week. These blossoms were the only ones I saw there. I caught the scent of Trailing Trillium; however, they aren’t blooming yet. Those plants were still fairly small. These next two are the same plant. Every single year, I have to look up this flower; and every single year, I’m left uncertain as to whether or not it is Periwinkle or some other phlox. I’m almost certain, this year at least, that it is Vinca minor. Apparently, last year I uploaded a photo of this plant to Project Noah and got an ID. Now, if I could just get it to stick in my brain….
The one below I did edit a bit to brighten up the blossom because it was in my shadow. I loved that I found one still curled up like this. Hopefully, I’ll get around to sketching it this year.
The remaining photos are all from today. I walked around our yard to see what all was blooming. Every spring these tiny Common Blue Violets and Confederate Violets pop up everywhere, all over the yard. I love these little flowers! If we ever move, I’m digging some of these up to take with me.
I had to laugh when I opened up this next one on my computer to view it. I didn’t even notice the tiny insect on this blossom while I was photographing it. It’s a close cousin of the strawberry, from the same family, Rosacae, commonly known as a mock strawberry (Duchesnea indica, sometimes called Potentilla indica). It also grows all over our yard. The blossoms are incredibly small, themselves, let alone the tiny insect. I’m surprised my camera captured it! (Click on the photo to view larger.)
My neighbor has a lot of these Forsythia bushes in his yard. They are so beautiful! This one is right on the corner of our properties. One day I would love to live somewhere where I can have my own huge flower garden; but for now, hopefully, my neighbor doesn’t mind that I admire his plants each year. I should really make it a point to tell him how much I appreciate their beauty.
The Bradford Pear Trees blossomed quickly with the heavy rains last week and are already shedding their blossoms for leaves. These trees are in another neighbor’s yard and hang over the fence, making it easy to get a few photos each year. Even with all the problems we’ve had living where we do for last few years, mostly with neighbors and landlord issues, these blossoming trees, all the wildflowers, and the natural beauty of this particular area is one of the reasons I love it so. It’s not all bad; but at this point, it’s time to move on. I really hope we find a better place soon.
I probably could have edited this next one to brighten it up a bit, but I left it as-is. I hate that I didn’t get a nice blue sky, though; yet I liked this one because of the hint of a roof-top in the background.
Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.
From: The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes – Adventure 10: “The Naval Treaty, Part 1” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle