Maybe. That show is pretty much over. There is one very late bloomer that is quite nice and I may not be able to resist taking its picture.
The warm weather of this past week has turned a page on spring. Late spring brings an entire new cast of characters to the stage. The un-named, unknown exbury/native azaleas and the rhododendrons are preparing themselves for their time in the spotlight.
Some get an earlier start than others.
The iris of all kinds that have been growing their sword shaped leaves since the first hint of longer days, through all kinds of inclement frigid weather have begun to bloom.
There are hundreds more to come. A second year in a row of good bloom has Bulbarella reconsidering her past decision to give up on them. "Maybe I'll order some more and spread these around to new places."
Maybe we should plant a little garden next door along the pullout and people will think twice before using this spot as a landfill. The convicts were here today and pulled all of that trash out that had been dumped over the steep side.
Fortunately we do not have to look over that trash filled edge.
Looking down to the lower hills and out to the distant peaks, the world is turning green again and we can't see all the clutter that collects under the house.