Just another day in the garden…
Earlier this week: The anticipation and promise from this multitude of buds on an ancient peony.
Days later: Ahh, the sweet scented air so fragrant as these blooms explode to life!
The morning after: Oh no! The evening rains have done their damage. How fleeting the beauty in nature.
Never despair!
Fallen flowers are a call for clippers…
All’s well that ends well.
old sage hands 