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Purple Power

Perhaps these are mountain laurel?

Perhaps these are mountain laurel?

Although pink dominated at Bayou Bend last Saturday, another hue stood out from the light-red crowd here and there.

There were a couple patches of violets.

There were a couple patches of violets.

Let’s hear it for purple! Woot woot!

Small but mighty

Small but mighty

It was a welcome respite, a nice change from the heavy pink overload.

These were growing in a pot on the grounds.

These were growing in a pot on the grounds.

Good thing that pink and purple don’t clash!

Pretty in Pink

These dwarf azaleas look like mums from a distance.

These dwarf azaleas look like mums from a distance.

Three years ago when I visited Bayou Bend, the only stop along Houston’s annual Azalea Trail that interested me, there definitely was a trail.

But no azaleas.

What a bummer!

Pink on pink azaleas

Pink on pink azaleas

Fortunately, our weather has been kinder this winter. So when I once again broke through my 10-mile comfort radius and made the drive into Houston, I was relieved to see lots and lots and lots of azaleas.

Sidebar: I couldn’t help but laugh when a guy said to his wife and friends, “Yep, there are a lot of pink flowers. And just more of the same the rest of the way.”

Buds bring the promise of more beautiful flowers.

Buds bring the promise of more beautiful flowers.

He definitely was right in his assessment: Pink was the predominant color in the gardens.

The bees were busy, as usual.

The bees were busy, as usual.

Whether it bee azaleas . . . .

The little stingers were all over the place.

The little stingers were all over the place.

Or camellias . . . .

Love how the sunlight hit these just right.

Love how the sunlight makes these glow from inside.

Tulips . . . .

I’m not sure what kind of tree this is, but it sure is pretty.

I’m not sure what kind of tree this is, but it sure is pretty.

Or even the budding trees, that lighter shade of red made it seem kind of like Valentine’s Day (in a very feminine way).

The heart looks ghastly!

The heart looks creepy!

I think that Cupid was tickled pink!

A Nutty Kind of Love

Isn't the Mister clever?

Isn’t the Mister clever?

Look what the Mister surprised me with after he came home from work yesterday!

They smell great!

They smell great!

The roses are gorgeous! And I love the color combo with the bluebells. What a sweet gift on our 24th Valentine’s Day together.

I do have to wonder, though . . . is the Mister trying to tell me something with all those pistachio nuts? Call me crazy!

One-Word Wednesday

These flowers look so soft!

These flowers look so soft!

Curls!

Photos shot with my Nikon 1 V1.

Photos shot with my Nikon 1 V1.

Groundhog Affirmation

My Knockout roses are blooming beautifully.

My Knockout roses are blooming beautifully.

On February 2, Punxsutawney Phil failed to see his shadow.

My neighbors’ azaleas brighten up our cul-de-sac.

My neighbors’ azaleas brighten up our cul-de-sac.

You know what that means: We’re looking forward to an early spring.

Azalea buds

Azalea buds abound.

Looks like the Houston-area roses and azaleas agree!

One-Word Wednesday

Water from the sprinkler beads up on one of our roses.

Droplets!

Spotting Discs and Nature

Imperial Park’s weeds provide an obstacle for Eric.

Our Southwest Handicap Mini disc golf series rotates among several courses from mid-March to late September. After we’ve had lots of rain during the summer, one of those venues—Imperial Park—is so overgrown on three straight holes that spotters are as essential as accurate putting.

So last Tuesday I spent most of the 18-hole round standing in a clear area past the high weeds, potential poison ivy, and especially the hornets’ nest that Marcus’ disc found, watching round plastic sail near me on hole number 7. When one landed in the crud, I would race over and spot where it was for the disc golfer who probably had no idea where in the world it had gone. But, being extremely sensitive to poison ivy, I did not under any circumstances go into the weeds to find the exact location. Not even for my beloved bearded baby boy.

A lost disc is preferable to a miserable month of itching and swelling. Just sayin’.

A shy sunflower peeks out.

In between sighting discs, I had time to also spot some of the beautiful inhabitants of our local park.

Passion flowers are a favorite.

Wildflowers, of course, caught my eye and my Nikon 105mm macro lens.

Love the pretty purple.

Although they weren’t plentiful, the pretty petals lent nice spots of color to the overwhelmingly green landscape.

Purple weedy stuff

Even the weeds were vibrant.

But my favorite find of the evening was a friend who kept me company for the longest time as I scoured the sky for flying discs:

Poser!

A pennant dragonfly! This little guy kept flying around and landing on a small patch of dirt near where I was standing. It seemed like he was trying to get my attention.

I’d say he definitely wanted to be spotted!