Our persistent volunteer tomatoes are back, and we’re hoping for more of the golden pear mini-tomatoes from these (as you can see, they’re already blooming). This year, we also have some Thai basil that came back all on its own.

I added three pepper plants (various variants), a regular red tomato, Italian basil, and oregano, all from the Lowes nursery collection.

The wind’s a-flurry and the TV meteorologists are showing maps with electric green and yellow and orange, and there’s talk of hail north and west of us. Hopefully, it’ll stay in someone else’s back yard, and not shred our azaleas—which are abloom in round two for this summer.

Oddly rainy day, like early spring, cool and…unexpected.

I’m discombobulated. Morning low in the upper 50°F’s.

And, still, the weeds mock me from the “vegetable garden” plot. Note to self: leave coffee and attack weeds. Tomorrow.

This year’s crop of Arum maculatum is fading; this photo is from 10 days ago. Delay seems to be my speed these days….

Not so delicate to gaze upon as the azaleas, yet the scent of the gardenias totally eclipses them.

The azaleas are ba-a-ack.

Bot garden, last weekend.

All day Wednesday, I kept thinking it was Friday. All day today, I knew it was Friday.

For whatever it’s worth.

Our neighbors have instituted a program to check my heart health whenever I leave the house, and sometimes when I return.

The inside scoop I heard was that a kindly looking robin accompanied D as she planted this bed, which she thought nice companionability from the animal world until she discovered that the robin was uprooting each specimen she had carefully planted as soon as her back was turned—if not before.

Walking leads to…stationary…visuals.