Butterfly Pea flower, good for tea when dried.

Such a pretty color just before they ripen.

An hibiscus posse

Thumbnail-size butterfly or moth, still figuring out camouflage

And the purple beans.

Hyacinth Bean, of the Purple Moon variety.

To deal with deer, we use this motion-sensored sprinkler. Works great if I remember to set it.

Yesterday at dusk. My wife’s hibiscus have arrived.

Don’t know the name of this one. Wife will.

Nigella that my wife cut yesterday, for a therapeutic horticulture project today.

Hydrangea in a sea of textures.

My wife has been coaxing this hydrangea seedling out of the ground for the last year or two.

Hydrangea swarm

Tulips in the Netherlands from back in April.

If you don’t call your seat saved, Hydrangea will reclaim it.

Near Boston, so rhododendrons

The peony chorus and their grand finale.

Apparently it’s a myth that ants “eat the wax” to allow peonies to bloom. Rather it seems the P secrete a sugar-rich nectar specifically to attract ants. Win-win!

Alot happens in 24 hours among the peonies.

Birds celebrating the arrival of the peonies. Sound up.

Clematis gonna vine

A wreath of dried flowers, on brick.

So imagine you are phlox who spent all winter preparing to be a showstopper in Spring, only to be photobombed by an azalea-rhododendron hybrid bought years ago at Home Depot. Sharp elbows in my wife’s garden.

Phlox anyone?

My wife’s allium, in the breeze.

Back home, allium have arrived in my wife’s garden.

I miei amici italiani: ora so che preparo il risotto a casa nel modo sbagliato.

Follow the grape hyacinth road. Last week at Keukenhof near Amsterdam.

A Pope so great he has a tulip named after him at Keukenhof

Tulip season in Amsterdam