This is the time of year when the velocity of change outside is breathtaking. Exactly a week ago, the ferns by the edge of the garden looked like this.
Today, they look like this.
Who can blame me, then, for bringing my camera with me when I hang out the laundry? I just can’t resist taking pictures every day, especially as it almost seems that if I sat in one place and stared long enough, then I could actually see the plants grow.
It was on the ground for me to take this picture of violets, a feather, and little white flowers whose name I do not know.
And to snap a shot of baby Jack.
Then, off the ground and a little higher to take a picture of the budding irises. (When they are in bloom, I will be back on the ground as I lie on the patio and try to get a good shot underneath.)
After that, I went from flowers to birds, a real challenge for my little camera. Even though I took pictures of woodpeckers and chickadees, the only decent shot I got was one of this mourning dove.
Finally, higher up to get a picture of sky, sky, sky and the fringe of budding leaves. (If I stare at this photo long enough, I swear I can see the clouds moving across the sky.)
Readers, stay tuned for more pictures.