The peonies finally bloom. I need to bring some in before the rain starts again.

Pink yarrow escaped from someone’s garden. Thank you to the birds who spread flower seeds!

Canadian anemone. So much larger than the local varieties.

Wild alyssum. They line all the roadsides.

Bird’s foot trefoil. One of my favorites!

Hoary cinquefoil. A humble blossom that creates carpets of color.

Wild roses: the scent of cloves clued me in to look for them tucked into the tall grass.

Bladderwort: a terrible, if beautiful, weed.

Butter and Eggs. I love Butter and Eggs!

Goats beard: a cousin of dandelions.

Queen Anne’s Lace or Cow Parsley. So many variations of wild carrots, parsley, parsnips, and hemlock. Some poisonous, others not. I leave all alone.

Columbine. There is a huge patch on one of the routes Michael and I often bike. I never have time to stop and take a photo.

Wild daisies everywhere!

Red clover. Clover. The scent of summer.

Pine and blackcaps. They stop me in my tracks to take a moment and breathe in their sweetness.

My iris have been loving the cool, damp weather we’ve been having.

I planted marigolds in the tire planters. I think of Irene every time I pass by. She loved colorful things and always wanted something pretty at the entrance to the driveway. It is good to have the time to make small memorials to those who came before.