I’m trying to get my shit together to leave in the morning, so I don’t have much time, but I had to get a quick shot of my little coral bell blossoms. I was sure it wouldn’t bloom this year, since it was transplanted, but I guess it’s happy where here.
The columbine I transplanted last weekend is looking really good, too. It’s full of buds that will hopefully open soon.
Did I mention that folks here call peonies “PIE-nees”? Well, the coworker I got the coral bells from called them “cora BELLS.” With the stress on the second word. It took me a minute to figure out what she meant. Older folks here also say quarry with a long “a,” which makes my ears bleed a little bit.
Despite the fact that I know what poison ivy looks like, and despite the fact that Ms. Lea was good enough to point out that I was about to walk through a bunch of it, I still managed to get it on me. There’s one tiny spot on my right thumb, about 10 little spots on my right arm, a little spot on the top of my left ear, and, somehow, a small patch of it on the back of my neck.
So careless of me. And now I’m itchy.
BUT!!! The coral bells I got from my awesome coworker? They had two bloom spikes sticking up last night. Wheee! And the primroses I got from her are also starting to get tiny, proto-buds. I may actually end up with a few flowers in my little garden.
Have I complained enough yet about DST? It’s finally getting to where the sunrise is at it’s most colorful juuuuust as I’m leaving for work. If I stop to watch or take a picture, I’ll be late. Like I was yesterday morning. Oops.
The flowers are frosted when you look at them close-up.
The light was very different this morning than yesterday. I also processed this one differently than the previous birdbath photo.
This might explain why I feel like crap. That’s just what accumulated overnight on the windshield of my car. O gross.
And to make things even more fun, the cottonwoods are starting to explodiate. I’m almost as allergic to those as I am to ragweed.