I have been alerted to the need to be speedy. Quickly, quickly, get out the door and take some pictures of blooming things. Quickly.
It appears I was not quick enough. This delicate blue beauty got nipped by the 31 degree temperature that lingered in my yard this morning. It is still quite lovely, although not as happy as it was yesterday. When I should have been out there. Procrastination will get me every time.
This part of the country, this place we have chosen to live out our lives, is the most unreliable place in the world, I think. It is the place where Mother Nature vents her wrath, cackling as she flits over us leaving frosty air in her wake. You would think I would have adjusted to it by now, but there are some things that I prefer to believe are flukes and will not happen. Again. And again. I am steadfast, albeit stupidly so, in those beliefs.
But. Just in case it really does get to 27 tonight, as the forecast shows, I have done my best to preserve the blooms so we at least can reassure ourselves that they did exist. Briefly.
Another iris. This one in a more sheltered area, a bit more protected from the frosty air. A corner, bordered on the one side by the morning room and the other by the living room, a southeastern exposure.
The one lilac bush that has opened its buds to produce these pinkly blossoms, while the other lilacs struggle to survive to bloom at a later date. It seemed a good idea to cut some of these branches, to preserve their beauty for just a bit longer.
Blue flax, which blooms in a small wildflower section which is mostly populated by lupine. These lovely little flowers open only in the sun, so lately they’ve been coming and going as the clouds cover the sky and then move just a bit so the sun can peek through. For a little while. Until the clouds come again, blown in I am quite sure by Mother Nature. Who is cackling. Whose fingertips yesterday shot out some thunder, accompanied by frozen white balls. How can it hail when it’s too warm to snow? I do not understand.
Lily soaking up some sunshine by the blue flax, wishing she could just take a nap without being disturbed. She came out here because in the house it seems someone is always thinking they need the chair she is using for her nap. Because we obviously do not have the proper respect for her needs.
So now, if indeed the weather does what they are saying it will do, I have photos, there is evidence that we have had some blossoms. I will hope that the rhododendron whose buds are beginning to show a touch of color will survive the night, and any such nights that may follow.
Because in this part of the country where we have chosen to live out our lives, the weather is fickle and warmth can be fleeting. And Mother Nature is not being our friend. Again.