In March the spring breeze intoxicates, in April the flowers are fragrant and splendid; spring is the perfect time to enjoy the blossoms
Another flower friend's share - I'm so envious!
Spring is supposed to be a time to slowly soak in the sunshine
But time is just too impatient
The yard looks different every day
Such a wonderful spring that never lingers
Makes one not dare to slack off
A gardener's bad habit is
Rarely idling at home
Really wanting to sit down
But stubbornly and restlessly fussing about instead
Even pinching off a blind shoot from the roses brings secret delight
I always see a yard full of white feverfew at my sister's place. I sowed some in autumn, and only one survived. To get a full pot, it still only has buds all over the branches. I couldn't resist buying some from the flower and bird market to plant in the ground, fulfilling my wish.
The foxgloves have started to form buds - I look forward to seeing them sway in the wind. The lilies from the year before last have bloomed again too.
The sunset is always infinitely beautiful, gentle and serene. That tranquility is different from the morning - no birdsong, only the fragrance of flowers.
My sister's good Chinese friend brought several grafted roses from Xiangshan, and I got one too as a lucky bonus. The young man at my sister's shop dug for over half an hour, broke a hoe, dug up a pile of construction waste, and finally got this tree rose perfectly planted.
Azaleas - to be honest, I'm not very fond of them, but they do their best in the flower border. At this time when the roses haven't started blooming yet and there's a gap in the display, they still add a splash of vivid color.
This pot of grafted two-colored azalea has been going for at least 3-5 years. It has been blooming non-stop since last October, as if it never gets tired.
Clematis ~ 'China Red', like silk and satin.
Childhood nostalgia written on that pot of Allium tuberosum behind the rabbit
On the wall top, in a cracked basin, lush Allium tuberosum
Amid the cicada song of midsummer, peeling a few stalks of Allium tuberosum to put in fried dough stick soup
That fresh and savory deliciousness
Three years ago I took some sprouts from the Allium tuberosum my dad grew on the windowsill and planted them as cuttings
Casually scattered a few handfuls of organic fertilizer
And they actually grew as thick as a finger
Is this what "fingers like scallions" beauty means? ??????
During the Qingming holiday, I weeded, planted, arranged, and repotted. After working all morning, I finally got everything in order. I admire how diligent and capable I am ????
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