Saturday, April 25, 2009

Moonfog Hollow Morning

I was heartened this morning by my first clematis bloom of the year. The reason is that I planted it last year and didn't know if it would be back. It seems pretty happy and is full of flowers about to open. There are a few others blooming in Moonfrog Holler this morning, too...




Native Southerner (Rhododendron canescens) (this is one of the native azaleas we have here - unfortunately I don't have any of the beautiful orange ones on my property, but these ain't bad, either)


Displaced Southerner (I brought this home from a ramp hunting excursion a few years ago) I looked for this on the web, and I think it's Trillium Sulcatum - if not please let me know!
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