Every place I have to pull weeds, there are surprises.
I give thanks for the strength to pull weeds, the agility to reach them and rich ground in which they grow. As I'm pulling weeds I am finding new growth on old perennials and sweet little seedlings I wasn't expecting.
As the last petals float down from Dogwood trees like snowflakes, the season is extended by white "English Dogwood" as Mama called it. It's really Philadelphus.
Mine is P. Inodorus with no fragrance.
Looking in the other direction. Behind Phildelphus are some Hydrangeas. I'm waiting to see how many new leaves decide to emerge before I start cutting off dead stems.
Saying good-bye to the latest blooming Camellia, Blood of China as Crape Myrtle trees put on Spring Green leaves.
Spring is a joyous time.