promise and poetry

While I typically favor brightly colored flowers, when it comes to roses, I choose yellow.

I spied this rose earlier today and had to take a photo. (I hope my neighbor doesn’t mind.)

There’s so much promise and poetry here. And polarity. You can’t touch the stem (so thorny), but the petals (so soft) are buttery. Hoping this rose and its cousins hang on as long as the season allows.

fast clip

Springtime perennials bloom at a pretty fast clip in the Midwest. The bridal veil spirea had its hurrah for about two weeks, which was replaced, seemingly overnight, by allium.

A tennis ball-sized cluster of tiny, spiky purple flowers. Perhaps predictably, these said adios in about two weeks when hello, peonies.

Some of the peony blossoms are the size of a small ham–huge by most standards. These have hung on a bit longer, and my neighbor’s roses are starting to take off.