Bursting of a Hickory

Bursting Hickory

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Ordering Tramadol Online Uk Shagbark Hickory unfurling its leaves in a colorful splash of red.

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Sweetbay Magnolia

Sweetbay Magnolia

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Scallops of Pink Lupine

Scallops of Pink

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https://www.mbtn.net/?p=ssbt6ppf0 Does anyone remember reading the book Miss Rumphius by Barbara Cooney? It is a children’s book written in the early 1980s, popular when my children were little. Miss Rumphius was a woman who wanted to do three things in her life – travel the world, live by the sea when she grew older, and make the world a better place. She easily accomplished the first two, but was a little stumped on how to accomplish her third goal until she hit upon the idea of scattering lupine seeds wherever she went. Wow! She must have made her part of the world really beautiful. Certainly a better place, too.

enter site I think these flowers are pretty spectacular, standing about 3 feet high. This is an eastern Lupine, grows east of the Mississippi River. There are about 200 lupines in the family, and many of them are strictly West Coast plants. Many more are native only to California. This sweetie blooms from now until early June, though if the plant is dead-headed it will send up a second, though less spectacular, blossom.

Boundary Line

Boundary Line

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source link “Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.” ~ Jimmy Carter

Garden Path

Willow in Reflection

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source link I walked along a shaded path, drifting in and out of the shadows – sometimes held in the warmth of the sun, sometimes wrapped in the coolness of the breeze skipping off the water’s surface. And once I stopped and took in my deepest breath, the inhale of the sweetest scent of Spring, and stood silently, listening to the secrets of life whispering about me.