Last summer's photography class at Main Line Art Center has greatly improved my relationship with my camera- Nikon D40. Now that I have a much better understanding of how to shoot in manual mode (I highly recommend it), I have been chronicling my garden as it changes through the season. I read an article recently in which the expert said, "You can't be taken serioulsy if you're taking pictures of flowers."
Pish posh....I'm happy to remain completely irrelevant.
Front garden Crabapple
New Hydrangea for front garden.
Rhododendron that I planted 6 years ago, trying to build up a screen between my front yard and my neighbor. It finally decided to grow and bloom this year.....worth the wait.
Deutzia gracilis that is completely covered with flowers in the Spring.
Mock Orange (Philadelphus) by my front door.....not an especially beautiful plant, but the flowers are wonderfully fragrant.
Back garden Peony
Front garden Hydrangea
Front garden Rhododendron with mid-flight bee.
Back garden Hollyhock
Front garden Hosta
I like to think of my garden as telling a story. I remember where my plants came from....which nursery, which friend. They each carry their own story and come together in my yard to tell the story of my garden.
Some of the plants are especially dear to me.
These irises came from my parent's garden. My mother bought them at Verona Park in Verona, New Jersey and repeatedly divided them, spreading them around her garden.
She also spread them to my garden.
Also from my parent's garden...a cluster of daylilies.
I have never seen daylilies that I consider to be more lovely than these. The blush of pink is so delicate and beautiful, it never fails to make me smile when they come into bloom.
My parents have passed away and the family property sold just recently.
I like having the irises and daylilies in my garden, keeping me connected to our family story.