In the garden: Twilight
We had a lovely hot day, or what passes for hot in Maine, 80°F, and then rain. So even though drops of rain on the flowers is a cliche, I thought that the colors at dusk would be so saturated I'd go ahead anyhow. Sorry the focus is a little soft; gotta figure out a way to get that view camera, then get the tripod, the f-64 lens...
Honestly, I don't know what I did to deserve this patch of bleeding hearts in my front garden. They just keep growing!
Here are lilies of the valley, which are invading the shady end of my front garden. Amazingly, I ripped all the grass out of this section, and reseeded with wildflowers, and even though I turned over all the soil quite thoroughly, the lilies of the valley still came up.
Solomon's seal, also invading everything (and I saw some bumblebees pollinating it today).
Lilacs by the front door, pleasant to pass my on my way out to my desk in the garden. I've always felt that Whitman's:
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
is one of the most beautiful lines in the language, though I'm not much of a Whitman fan. Perhaps he, too, had a Grandmother's Garden, like mine, when he was growing up; masses of color.