Peonies blooming. The fragrance of wild roses caught on the spring winds blowing the trees whippety tuck on our mountain. Solomon's Seal delicate white green bell shaped flowers are flowing down the green leaves. The blueberry plants have tiny green berries. Thinking the birds will ravage these before we can taste the sweetness. I found two natural blueberry bushes on hosta hill. This is the side of the mountains we planted hostas.Dividing them to almost a leaf for separation last year. Taken from their home in town. They are a little showey this year, glad for the separation.
The angel trumpet planted on mother's day seems to have grown an inch looking over the raised vegetable garden.
Earth, the mother of us all.