Our historic neighborhood, and the gardens around its various eclectic houses, is now awash in mid-spring flowers. The gardeners were out this morning as I walked through the neighborhood, both experienced and newbies. Welcome, all, I thought.
This row of spiderworts, Tradescantia spp. — it could be some robust Asian species that I’m not familiar with, of course (our native species is much more dainty in appearance, normally, (but maybe the gardener fertilizes!) has been delighting me for a couple of weeks now, as I walk by.
Small bumblebees were collecting pollen as I walked by. Lovely.