The end of May is when I really start to love my garden best. I think it really *blooms* in June, but in May, things are starting to get good. Somehow these photos seem to only show green, but when I'm out there I see so much more... mostly delicate iris blooms, mounding ground phlox, that lovely bleeding heart that reminds me of old ladies and perfect english gardens.
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