Love seeing all this orange!
According to the official calendar, spring arrived yesterday. It was ushered in by our neighboring master-planned community with a gorgeous Indian paintbrush show.
There are three distinct kinds of paintbrush growing.
I first noticed the splash of orange earlier this week as I drove past an area where a small crop of paintbrush bloomed last year. Now it’s definitely large and in charge!
These look almost reddish.
As much as I enjoy seeing them, I wish they were sprinkled among the bluebonnets that are in another area of the community. Having orange and blue together reminds of my beloved alma mater, the University of Illinois.
Hail to the orange (Indian paintbrush), hail to the blue(bonnets)! And, especially, hail to spring!!
The purple really stands out.
Those of us who lack a green thumb really only need one thing:
Yellow is still filling in.
To live next door to someone who does!
Fortunately for me, my neighbor Tami loves nurturing her flowers. She planted a bunch of lantanas in many colors close to our house.
Love these shades of red.
Of course, Tami didn’t plant them for me—she just likes her front yard to be colorful and blooming.
A gorgeous mix
And I’m lucky she does!
My younger son hopes his jump putt hits the chains.
Yesterday was the first day of spring. Here in the Houston area, all that means is that March 20th’s weather was virtually the same as on March 19th—beautiful.
And not cold at all, thank goodness!
Hiral shows his serious putting side.
The last day of what passes for winter here found me at Imperial Park at our weekly Southwest Handicap Mini series. This is the best time to play disc golf there, because the foliage is beaten down and thinned out. Discs don’t get lost as often as they do during the summer when the park regains its lushness and is more challenging.
Of course, I’m drawn to Imperial as much for the nature as watching the kid play. As I approached hole seven, my eye immediately was drawn to bright batches of phlox. I’ve seen that wildflower here before but never in such abundance.
Another purple park inhabitant
My Nikon 105mm macro lens captured the few flora that were ready for prime time this early. We should see plenty more, though, in a month or so when the series returns to the ever-blooming park.
A wee spider peeks out from his lantana perch.
Wonder if this guy will stick around?
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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.
You know what that means: We’re looking forward to an early spring.
Azalea buds abound.
Looks like the Houston-area roses and azaleas agree!
Different-colored azalea bushes coexist.
Even though bluebonnets are my favorite harbinger of spring, I must admit I’m also partial to another plant this time of year.
I love the pink ones.
Azaleas! Last Sunday when I wasn’t snapping pix of bluebonnets, azaleas commanded my divided attention.
Orange azaleas remind me of my alma mater, the University of Illinois.
It was great to see so many colorful blossoms. I like how they perk up the green landscape.
These whitish-pink azaleas still need to bloom.
Know what was great about this particular patch of azalea bushes?
Pretty pink buds promise more blooms.
All of the buds! Soon there will be so many more azalea flowers to oooh and aaah over.
I can’t wait!
It's azalea season in Houston!
I love azaleas!
Each flower is a solo beauty.
I’m lucky that right now my neighbor’s azaleas are blooming, greeting my eyes with a brilliant splash of pink every time I look outside my office window.
And the best part? The promise of many more azalea blooms to come the next few weeks.
Where are all our roses?
This was how our front-yard rose bushes looked last week. Empty. Desolate. Devoid of color thanks to the cold winter weather.
A solitary pink rose livens up our front yard.
Then the temperatures started to warm up. And our rose bushes are making a comeback!
I can’t wait to see more of these red roses!
Even though we only have three roses right now, I know that a new season is right around the corner
One rosebud means one more rose.
To me, roses mean spring!