Which brings me to today's post. While I was walking the Bart (pictured below doing his pre-walk pout) I could not believe how many people have stretched their gardens to the street - so here's my walk from the edges of a number of very lovely gardens just steps from my house.
Very little grass - just lots of flowers. I covet that little Viburnum.
Old-fashioned iris just waiting for me to have a sniff.
Thalictrum purple puffy and pretty.
A not-really-this-blue alert, but very, very pretty.
Oranges in the sun.
The house has changed, but not the garden - this is a 'passel' of ferns. (In the middle of Larry McMurtry's Dead Man's Walk - he must have used this word at least 5 times and I'm just 1/3 of the way through - can't believe that I'm as old as I am and I've never used this word passel before - and look twice in one post!)
I could stand for days waiting for the light to change to capture these ferns. But, must leave Bart at home - I took 8 photos and this was the only one that was blog-worthy.