10,000 daffodils are really only a prelude, a little warm up act for what the wild cultivated garden has in store for the rest of the season. Act II has begun. The Dogwoods are approaching full bloom in the low spot on a North Carolina mountain top.
I sit comfy in the cozy cabin on my own computer with lights, fans and a few appliances if I should choose to turn them on. There are still two mysterious electric circuits needing attention. One for the basement patio lights and outlets and the garbage disposal/dishwasher circuit. I still wait for water from the well, gas and phone. I listen to the sounds in my new home. What's that? Nothing or bad? I did hear a varmint trying to chew its way in and need to remember to check the most likely spot. Damn varmint!
The tree peony always the first, is blooming.
Camassia come from a bulb catalog, but they set a different tone to the late end of spring. I must remember to set a shovel into this clump when they are done blooming. I can find a few places for camassia in the garden to be.
The first deciduous azalea has also burst into bloom. Today all of a sudden it was in full bloom.
I wandered back into the deep forest at the end of my day to check on the Showy Orchis. It will bloom at some point.
Might as well go a little deeper into the forest to see what is there. An astounding and seems to me growing number of trilliums dance through the leaf litter every where I look. I wonder if the Great Easter Freeze of 2007 put a hurting on the native spring ephemerals and they are just now coming back in full measure.
Got Violets? There are about seven species here best I can tell.
Eventually you have to come back out of the deep forest. In a little more sunlight a thick carpet of multi-colored Bluebells readies to bloom.
And the first of hundreds of irises have arrived.
The daffodils are pretty much gone, but nobody here really cares. They served their purpose as Act I. The show must go on.