I want to take a breather from the human side of life. My garden is a place of serenity and a source of joy to me. Many of the flowers I don't even have to care much for; the Master Gardener sees to them. The rains He sent have been good for us. I can feel the life throbbing in the garden.
The Cecil Brunner rose wants no attention from me, and in return it blooms profusely and fragrantly.
I enjoy this color in my collection of bearded iris.
Like the bearded iris, the willowy Dutch iris thrives on winter rain and my neglect.
This is a less-stately form of foxglove, and it gladly reblooms in spring. All it wants is a fair share of rain.
The lilac gets a trim once in a while, but that's all it asks for.
The California poppies are volunteers. I don't have to do anything for them except let them spread their seeds each year.
The first roses
The stately foxglove gets ready to bloom.