Last week, one of my friends and readers mentioned to me that to those of you who haven't been to my backyard might like to see more pictures of the setting. I must say, I would have hoped to describe it well enough to not require pictures (nudge nudge, wink wink). However, being perfectly honest, now that I have a new--that is, functional--camera, I can get over my actual hangup and capture some of images of my very photogenic backyard.
To begin, a view of the vegetable garden, shaded by the ash tree. Behind is the housing development that used to be a small woods.
The strawberries refuse to grow within the garden fence, but here they are, preparing to switch from white blossoms to sweet red berries.
Next, what we call the Fairy Garden, perfect for relaxing with a glass of wine on a summer evening.
Then, of course, the famous view from the garden swing.
In my opinion, the existence of phlox is proof that God loves Pennsylvania. Whether in cascading millions along the driveway border...
...or as a single blossom, this native wildflower is one of Pennsylvania's greatest treasures.
The forget-me-nots, too, are as spectacular en masse as they are alone.
Our shade garden, however, is one of the most Pennsylvanian squares in the yard. After we moved in twenty years ago, my mom spent hours and years transforming it from a solid mass of packed clay to a display area for wildflowers lovingly transplanted from her uncle's woods.
Buttercups...
Mayapples ... and a bleeding heart peeking through the leaves...
...all make for a lovely bouquet.
Lovely enough even for the wookiee to enjoy.
