The view from the other end. Both of these face the valley but look at the difference from one end of our house to the other.
Grape Hyacinth always makes it way back each year. It even survives somehow when I dig out all of the bulbs. Back it comes.
I love this. The first stretch of growth from my bleeding hearts. They don't last long enough in my opinion. I love them and their little hearts.
This old gal likes to pretend that she is too good for the others. But wait until the food appears.....she comes fighting for her turn.
This silly little hen is our strange one. She likes to just sit down on her bum whenever she feels like it. She is shorter than the others and marches to the beat of her own drum.