Those warm sunny afternoons with a sweet breeze after a day in the garden when I sit for a spell on the front porch and watch the traffic and rubberneckers pass by.
A garden with a mind of its own where the best I can do is steer it away from obnoxious choices.
Speckled Wood Lily, Clintonia umbellulata, brought in to the garden from deep in the forest.
A closeup of a hosta that followed me home for CC for a possible ID.
Wild orchids of many kinds that actually bloom.
A horribly ugly, over pruned pine offered up as a bottle tree. No? Cut it down then? Now it is mine. I'm thinking a bundled rebar trunk bent at the bottom to form legs. The top may be bent to form a small basket to hold the branches with one or two of the rebar left straight and inserted into a hole drilled in the wood.
How tall should it be? I guess that will be determined by what lengths rebar is sold in. Now I need a few more bottles. Art project.