Blueberries and a floral display
The first of our blueberries are ripening. I haven’t tasted a fully ripened one yet, I don’t think. It seems, if I want to try one, I must grab it before the birds do. They don’t last long once they begin to turn blue. I’m not sure I’ve seen a dark blue blueberry yet. I’ve grabbed my fair share of almost-ripe berries though. I think once the bushes mature, barring an attack of Alfred Hitchcock proportions, we should be able to share nicely, but I’m not accounting for whoever else might be sneaking out of the woods when I’m not looking.
The perennials surrounding the house, are all opening up. The day lilies are mixed in with our lace-cap hydrangeas,
which have all their petals fully open now, around their lacy centers.
The cornflowers have invaded every formerly bare spot along the walkway.
The bees, butterflies, and moths have been milling in and out and through the forest of them.
And everywhere there is lots of pink, pink day lilies,
and the airy blooms that cover the Mimosa tree over the deck. They look like plumage that should be on the top of some exotic bird’s head,
or pink fireworks, going off everywhere in a big, leafy sky.