One of the best parts of enjoying the first year in a new home is the surprise in the spring season of seeing what blooms. So far we’re up to irises and now these beautiful magenta tulips. Little green sprouts are poking up out of the ground every day in corners and spots. Who knows what’s next?
After pulling away an inch of leaves on top of this fellow, and clearing it some space to grow, one can only be impressed by the effort to find a way through and still succeed amidst the competition.
I happened upon this bloom while strolling a local botanical garden. It was only just beginning to open its petals but there was just something about that color that caught my attention. Not peach, not pink, not orange, but something so striking and soft that I studied it for a time. Should I ever identify this particular rose, I’m planting a few bushes of it! Gorgeous.
Because even if the entire rose bush is mostly bloomed out, there’s always a beautiful recent bloom somewhere amongst all the petals, you just have to look carefully to find it.
I was experimenting in a local rose garden on taking shots somewhat off-center and purposefully changing up the field of focus and the framing of shots. A few bushes I passed were a type of double-blooming varieties and nearly looked like peonies, they were so full. Even though it was a practice shot, I still do like the vibrant color and the off-center organization of this one.
I’m mostly certain this is kalanchoe here. I would generally walk right past this as just a standard plant, common to any greenhouse or nursery. But it’s always interesting to take a new look at things occasionally, or in this case, zoom in to see things differently.
Finches love zinnias and other flowers they can easily pluck seeds and tasty bits from such as cone flowers, sun flowers and so on. A few summers ago, I tossed a handful of zinnia seeds into some pots on my back deck and enjoyed repeat blooms for weeks.
And so did the finches. It was a finch feast.
This fellow figured out the easiest way to balance his weight on the stems and be best-positioned to still be able to snack on the flower head. Smart little things!
A nice contrast in colors and textures at the Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens in Richmond, VA. This was one of my most favorite places to get away to when I lived here. I loved to walk quietly and let my senses open up to the scents, colors and little surprises that were often hidden here and there.
Often times the best subjects are those serendipities that you find away from the main displays, but put on their own show.
This month included the opportunity to take off a few days of work for a 3 day getaway into the Snowmass/Aspen, Colorado areas. En route there, a hiking trip happened near Glenwood Springs to see Hanging Lake.
The mouth of Glenwood Canyon heading towards Hanging Lake. There’s a well-kept rest area with restrooms there. Word of advice: Bring water.
Surprisingly, vibrant pink rose bushes line the sidewalk towards the hiking trail. Despite the lovely flowers here, the consistent small waterfalls and creeks that spill over rocks the entire way up, you are going to hike hard and sweat a lot. So bring that water. And there were Marmots! I had never seen one before. Like little nerf footballs, with fur…and legs!
Parts of the trail up to and down from Hanging Lake were never flat and sometimes quite rocky.
The views become more canyon-like the higher you climb as you near the top and the lake. Most hikers will encourage you on as they descend, assuring you it’s worth it.
And then you arrive. After the strenuous hike, you’re not sure if you’ve just been transported to a tropical island somewhere. Truly, how can this be at the top of a mountain in the middle of Colorado?
Carbonate minerals dissolved in the water give the lake it’s coloration. I had to look that up as I’ve heard a lot of people say it’s the limestone or other factors, but I didn’t know what exactly produced that gorgeous water.
Small trout swim in the shallows against the current coming from the waterfalls and are hypnotic to watch when you’re catching your breath on one of the many wood benches that line the lakeside.