Thanks to watering, a mild late-Spring-early-Summer, and yes, even some rain, our flowers are doing pretty good.
In fact, when we returned from our trip, the salvia was exploding in blooms, the peonies were threatening to topple over from the numbers of blooms, and all manners of other flowers were really getting into the swing of things. Most of them will have to wait for future posts, but I wanted to give a taste of what we are looking at when we walk out among the pots, perennials, and aiuole in our yard. By the way, that Italian word sticks in my mind for having all the vowels in one word. Why, you ask? No, I don’t count it as a vowel.
As usual, there is a SmugMug Gallery HERE, but you can also click on the photos and a larger version will open in another window. I’m not giving the names of the flowers because I don’t remember them all, I’m too lazy to look them up, and I did not want to have names for some and not for others.
I do like these flowers . . . so much so that I could not choose between these two versions of the same flower (a theme repeated later on in the post). So, here’s a slightly different photo of the same flower.
I should mention the SmugMug gallery has the original size view switched on, and some of the details are worth looking at in full resolution.
This is another flower that always captures my attention and interest.
These flowers go through quite a few stages as the go from bud to full bloom, and I like them all . . .
Some flowers are difficult to capture . . . for instance, these red flowers always look to me as if they are either overblown or too dark, and they never seem in focus.
Yellow flowers are another bane of photographers who don’t know what they are doing (yes, I’m in that group).
They often end up looking too bright, or too dull . . . case in point, the above shot. I had a couple of shots that were really bright, and a few that were flat. I picked this one as the best representation of this flower.
Here’s a close-up . . .
Here’s a flower with a surprise for me when I processed it . . .
They are difficult to see, but here’s a closeup . . .
There appears to be a number of what look like tiny spiders on the plant. Unfortunately, I did not notice them when I snapped the photo, so I don’t have better photos.
Here’s a flower with both red and yellow . . .
And here’s another that was difficult to capture (there are a few versions in the gallery).
It too has an interesting center . . . but no bugs.
Here’s a few more closeups of different flowers . . .
These next photos are of the same flower. I was trying to get a good photo of it, and I’m not sure I succeeded; there are six very similar photos in the SmugMug Gallery, but I’m only showing a few here.
Next I tried including some stuff around it . . .
Did I mention red is difficult to photograph?
Anyway, I’m keeping this short, so this post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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