Perhaps it's the storms,
or the humidity between, but I have been a sloth the last couple of days.
After another long storm overnight, I remembered Laura's observation the nasturtium leaves shed water, so I took my camera out to see what did not.
(Note to self--to really spot the weeds, take a picture of something.)
Lily of the Valley.
Hosta, about to bloom.
This little plant arising from the middle of some colchium,
is a mystery.
A weed? A gift from a chipmunk or squirrel.
A germinated bird seed?
When its head stands up and blooms, maybe we'll know.
I am determined to learn and remember the name of this little bush. This year will be the year! So, what is it, please.
The ground covers, taking possession.
How I love them.
The anemone foliage still green.
Another ground cover. The weeds are struggling to survive.
Lupine about to bloom.
The humming birds can hardly wait.
Spanish moss taking over here.
And, the flower tower.
Some small tweeking in order for next year.
And finally, toad, trying for a peek over pig's shoulder at the nasturtiums.