Another warm for the mountains spring day. Just a week since the last visit to the garden and I really thought I might have run out of things to photograph. Not a chance.
It is all a blossom and a buzz and a singalong of the birds. Everything budding and burgeoning with life.
The trees that have been bare all winter, casting their glorious shadows on frosty lawns, are coming into new green leaf.
Still the garden hugs so many more secrets to itself, despite sharing some of them with me today.
It is all a blossom and a buzz and a singalong of the birds. Everything budding and burgeoning with life.
The trees that have been bare all winter, casting their glorious shadows on frosty lawns, are coming into new green leaf.
Still the garden hugs so many more secrets to itself, despite sharing some of them with me today.
