There is a climbing hydrangea growing on the oak tree in the front yard and as I was looking at it in my fevered, flu-ish state I thought it looked so interesting, the brown vines growing against the gray, grooved trunk of the tree. I couldn't resist getting some photos of it before the leaves hide the supporting branches, which is only days away, given that this weekend is going to be in the 80s.
Naturally, being out in the yard with the camera led me from one thing to another, each little shoot an indication of where a good sized plant will be in just a matter of weeks, if not days. The grape hyacinths are the prettiest color - purplish-blue, I don't even know what to call it, periwinkle perhaps? Somehow I imagined periwinkle would be more purplish, but I'm not color expert.
The spiky shoots are the first signs of a big, blue-green hosta that was given to me by our former neighbor, Roberta, just before she moved away. It's a nice reminder of our friendship and I love the way the plant emerges, like some weird underground alien making an appearance. The leaves are absolutely tremendous, it's hard to believe they come from such small spikes. Because it's at the very edge of a walkway and tends to get stepped on at this stage, last year I put some beach stones around it to remind me it's there. So far it's worked! Happy Spring.