Each month, those of us participating in this photo challenge return to our chosen location to note the passage of time through “The Changing Seasons.” I’ve chosen to document a year around my old house and gardens.
Phew. April has been one labor-intensive garden month, but I’d say the results have been worth it, wouldn’t you?
Okay, it’s too late for a true April Fool’s Day prank, so I’ll ‘fess up that this is Longwood Gardens in the Brandywine Valley of Pennsylvania. After all, who needs all that fussy upkeep of fountains in the home garden, anyway?
April is the month when Spring officially boots Old Man Winter out of the garden here in central Virginia. What better way to illustrate that point than with a series of before and after shots? The “befores” were all taken on April 7th give or take a day or two. And the “afters” on April 30th.
This is the before view of the big old oak in front of my bedroom window:
You could almost hear the leaves popping out!
Here is heuchera:
Dicentra Bleeding Heart:
Contorted Redbud Tree “Lavender Twist”
April is the month we all wait for – the month in which the garden goes through its transformation from dormancy into abundant, vibrant life. And with it comes such a sense of satisfaction and joy to all of us who spend our waking hours performing deep knee-bends in flowerbeds. I always say “who needs a gym when they have a garden?”
I’ve been up and at ’em early each morning because it’s impossible to stay in bed past sunrise. The birds simply won’t allow it, especially a wren who has set up housekeeping in the boxwood under our bedroom windows. Her arias begin just as the sun rises, our little avian Maria Callas. So I thought I’d try my hand at a video to capture a bit of birdsong for you and let you see the scale of the biggest old oak on our land. I better stick to my day job.
And why did I not notice a plane is flying overhead until just this very second? My days as videographer are numbered and rightly so.
Westie Before and After:
Behold the splendors of a country dog doing what he does best. They say the terrier’s prey instinct is stronger than even the sex drive and although Max can’t exactly perform the latter, he more than makes up for it with the former:
And because I began this post with Longwood Gardens, I’ll end it that way too.
How could I resist taking a picture of this little dumpling? You’re welcome!
And many thanks for reading and to Cardinal Guzman for hosting this challenge,