
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon-instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today.
~ Dale Carnegie
Wild roses are the only ones that grow in my yard. The bushes are in full bloom at this point in the season, attracting bees and some years, providing a secure nesting place for Snowshoe Hares.

A vine of ‘Hagley Hybrid’ clematis clings to the south west corner of the house near the clothesline. Their blooms are numerous and a pleasant greeting whenever I hang clothes out to dry.

Hollyhocks cover much of the west side of the house. My grandfather had a similar arrangement of these flowers in the home where I grew up. I used to help him water them every evening in the summer. I tend to only water them when the tops of the stems curl down a little. The singles are already in bloom and will soon be followed by double blooms of deep burgundy and peach.
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men and animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident, others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.
~ Henry Ward Beecher
Jessica at The Magical Mundane has also written a post revealing what’s in bloom in her yard this week. This is the time of year when many flowers are at their most luscious in the Northern Hemisphere. What flowers are blooming in your yard today?





As a child I often picked bouquets of daisies but found it difficult to find any that weren’t a magnet for tiny insects. They are a favorite with bees and beetles.















Birds and squirrels are frequent visitors to my birdbath area where I also put out sunflower seeds. This week I noticed a little mouse had also decided to pay a visit. I’m guessing it was a Deer Mouse as it appeared to have a lighter underbelly. I’ve seen them 


What is gardening other than simply controlling what grows where and how? These days there’s a renewed interest in native species. Gardeners are choosing them over more exotic varieties because they require less maintenance. They are more climate friendly, require less watering and aren’t as easily devoured by pests. What a brilliant idea! Plant trees, shrubs and flowers that used to naturally grow in your local area before humans started intervening with their gardening practices. 
With less than three weeks left to go before Midsummer’s Eve, spring is in full swing. The days aren’t as warm as we’d like yet, but summer is on the doorstep. The color purple caught my eye today on spruce cones along the Salt Marsh Trail. It won’t be long before their light purple color will darken and eventually change to brown. Right now, their hue contrasts nicely with the fresh light green of the new growth. 
Purple lupins are a common sight along the side of the road and in gardens in Nova Scotia. Though they’re also found in shades of pink and white, the purple ones seem to dominate.
Both the sight and scent of flowers delight. They’re often present at life’s important occasions: weddings, funerals, birthdays and anniversaries. They help cheer people up when they’re sick or sad and help us make celebrations more special. They also trigger memories, and so, are often dried or pressed between leaves of a book for safe keeping. Most perfumes are made from concentrated floral scents. The slightest whiff of a familiar perfume can awaken a sleeping mountain of memories.
My dad’s favorite flower was lily of the valley, which happens to be in bloom now in my flower beds. It’s almost impossible for me to look at these delicate white flowers without thinking of him. These are also my friend Rose’s favorite flowers, so they also trigger thoughts of her too. Oddly enough, I don’t think of Rose when I look at roses.
With such a variety of blooms to choose from, it’s difficult to pick just one. Though the scent of lilacs is wonderfully intoxicating, I think I’m pretty settled on wild violets. I love their purplish blue color and the way they grow unobstrusively in the woods in spring time.