Earlier this morning, I came across John O'Donohue's short poem called Fluent.
I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
This morning's walk through the gardens felt like that poem.
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It's daylily season.
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There is nothing like seeing opposite colours on the colour wheel beside each other. Tertiary colours. So beautiful.
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For some reason, our annual rudbeckias are everywhere this year. In the perennial garden, in the woods.... who knew they like growing in a woods?
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And, they are showing some new colours this year. I love this one.
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Below is the beginning of a Fragrant Hyssop flower. It will grow about 3X this size. It makes a great cut flower, lasting a long time. And, it's native.
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There were some lovely surprises in the morning light. I am glad I took the time to use my tripod.
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