It was a lovely Easter weekend. Bright sunshine, clear blue skies - perfect walking weather.
What stood out were the little daubs of shocking yellow everywhere. While it's not my favourite plant, I admire the way it trades 50 weeks of invisibility for the most vibrant display of 2 weeks of yellow on the planet. Very few people cozy up to this plant. They may want this harbinger of spring, but they don't want it too close. Relegated to the edge of the property, as a round pole blocker, it does its best to divert your attention.
Good from afar, but far from good. I can almost see them with a shovel, the potted plant, and a pointed finger, "Look, at the end of the cedars, well beyond the big tree, we'll hardly be able to see it at all!"
"Where shall we put the other one? I know at the end of the other hedge, beside the big tree, perfect for blocking the hydro pole."
Pole, what pole?
Then there are the old girls (still at the end of the property), who haven't been tended, but look lovely all the same.
Always nice to have someone next to you who makes your hips look a little smaller.
Even the earth moving equipment wasn't enough to distort this old pole-blocker.
When you don't put them to work pole-blocking they almost look like they can dance.
Obviously part of someones old home many years ago along the old Post Park pathway. Amazing that they're still putting out blossoms.
And finally, someone who commits - they're old bushes, they're shaped like lightbulbs, and by gosh they don't have a thing to do but glow.