Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
The native red-flowering currant (Ribes sanguineum) is splashing color everywhere in the natural landscape these days. And early bloomer, it announces spring with with early unfurling leaves, then vivid shades of pink as the blossoms come out to play. Hummingbirds and butterflies love the flowers.
This tree is blooming its heart out on the side of an otherwise wild hillside. There’s a road above and an undeveloped building lot below. I imagine that someone driving by years and years ago chucked out the remnants of a plum or apple or pear that decided this would be a good place to put down roots. Note to self: Return in late summer and see what’s growing there.
The view along Seventh Avenue has come to life as spring arrives.
We had bright sun and blue skies Friday and yesterday. Everything is starting to bloom. I’ve even opened windows to let in the fresh air. This must really be spring. Really!
Happy Easter, happy Passover and, yes indeed, happy spring! And here’s a bouquet of daffodils to wish Lois Anne a fast and easy recovery from her recent surgery.
This is a shot from last summer, an ornamental cabbage that does well around here, especially during the cool weather “shoulder” growing seasons. It and flowering kale are edible raw or cooked, one of those vegetables you’re always encouraged to eat more of than you probably do.
There I was, snapping pictures of clouds, when a flash of color at my feet caught my eye. There, bordering the Olympic Discovery Trail, were blooming crocus. The cool thing was that once I noticed one I discovered them all along the trail, dotting the landscape in small and large clusters. Hints of spring, swaddled in a purple blaze.
This miniature iris isn’t more than two inches in height. From our kitchen window it looked like a bit of flotsam. . .yet, that color. . .Husband insisted it was an iris. I couldn’t remember planting any there. But he was right. It qualifies as a classic belly flower, the kind you must get up close and personal to see. Woohoo! The daffodils aren’t far behind.
So, Iris Spotter: Here’s a post for you. Happy birthday, Honey!