Flower journal: the world is a blossoming

The iris and pinks blaze in low sunlight, greeting me every morning.

Today the black raspberries came into bloom. We do not often get berries, but with the steady rain we have received, there may be berries this year.

I mowed a legion of daisy buds two days ago. These smaller aster cousins appeared before the daisies.

Despite my mowing, daisies dust the landscape, set off by orange hawk weed.

Hawk weed comes in yellow too.

Vetch provides a soft purple haze when I ride by on my bike.

The dreaded buckthorn: planted for its beauty, spread by abundant berries.

Wild carrot or perhaps hemlock. It does not have hairy “legs”, so is not Queen Anne’s Lace.

Wild parsnip shares the same habit, but blooms yellow.

The humble clover holds its own.

Wild roses: you often smell their clove-like scent before you see them.

Phlox shades from pale to intense pink.

Hoary Puccoon: a horrible name for such a bright flower. These first started to show up in late April.

Hoary Alyssum: a more fitting name.

The shy Columbine.

The brash Bridal Veil Spirea.

Lilacs have come and gone.

As have the trillium.

The wild strawberries continue to blossom, even while bearing fruit. That is a plastic garbage bag on my fingers. I didn’t come prepared for strawberry picking, only stray trash picking.

My favorite flower of all!