The point is to move slow. So I ambled up to the top of the drive for a phlox viewing.
Phlox and a patch of sedum have now joined. Will one conquer the other? They will have to decide that on their own. The gardener has no plans to intervene.
I climbed on top of Moby Rock to look at the Dicentra canadensis in bloom.
The main Bulbapaloozathon is coming to an end. The daffodils are fading. A number of late bloomers will linger over the next couple of weeks.
The first group of minor bulbs are nearing the end. The second wave, a carpet of Spanish Bluebells, Hyacinthoides hispanica, is getting ready for ignition.
We need more of these trilliums. They should be readily available in local nurseries. It's a bulb. How hard could it be?
I pick up sticks as I move slowly. Did the lost dog eat his breakfast. Hmm? There is some left. Did the lost dog get rescued today? I'll refill the dish just in case.
The double petaled Bloodroot is up. My Virginia Bluebells got nipped by the freeze. The Virginia Bluebells struggle up here in the wild cultivated gardens. That just seems wrong.
I made it back home. There was no need to hurry inside.