Those are all lovely Ridge. Love that yellow one.
I have some dwarf iris from my mom, and a couple of variegated iris that she gave me the last time I saw her. Very special now.
I just remembered the Sequoia tree she gave me too. It will hopefully thrive and be here still when I'm just a memory.
@Larisa I love reading your posts and the beautiful pictures you post. Your gardens are so pretty! I can't wait to see more spring pictures!
I was rolling with laughter, reading about the mouse in your bedroom! That was funny, I could just picture in my mind your husband rushing to your rescue with the fire poker. Smart mouse, to run!
"The car is not made of rubber! We can not place it, - said my husband when he saw a large number of bags and boxes with plants, - It's impossible! "
Well, he always says. But I never do not believe it. So I have all turns out. Younger son wedged between the box with tomatoes and peppers. The eldest son was carrying the flowers in own knees. We left the city.
This house, I took pictures from the car. It is very pleasant to me because it has a beautiful windows. These patterns - an ancient pagan art. Each pattern has its own significance and meaning. These windows can be seen the movement of the sun. This amulet for the home.
On the way we stopped for water. It is not far from us. This is a holy spring. Water is considered to be curative. There hangs an icon of the Mother of God and prayer, which you can read before you drink.
In the fields sprouted grains. They are sown in the autumn.
Debarkment green descent. (This part!)
We prepared the old and new beds. I planted tomatoes in the greenhouse. We have sown peas, zucchini, corn, sunflower and something else.
My husband and sons have planted potatoes in straw. And with it all they buried onion peel, which I prepared for paint eggs for Easter. Husband hopes that it will protect potatoes from wireworm.
Blooming bulb flowers.
Saxifrage showed buds.
I bought so many primulas, simple and terry. But they do not like our climate. And these effete ladies quietly sunk into oblivion. And these primrose mom gave me from her garden. Well, it's a girls hardy. They are not afraid of the cold.
This lilac I bought as "genetically modified lilacs out of the tube." With her I had instructions, where it was written that vermin insects and disease will not harm her. But these stupid insects do not understand in genetic engineering ... This is the only lilac, they gnawed.
Other lilacs that I accidentally bought at the old woman, is preparing to bloom.