Like Picasso, my garden is in its blue phase these days. The sage and chives (actually sort of purply) meet me when I come through the back gate. Blue iris nod as I go out the front walk for the mail. There is a peony next to those that are a screaming crimson, but they come and go so fast that I probably won't get to them with a camera in time. And a bird flew into our house.
Monday, June 9, 2008
The Blue Period
Like Picasso, my garden is in its blue phase these days. The sage and chives (actually sort of purply) meet me when I come through the back gate. Blue iris nod as I go out the front walk for the mail. There is a peony next to those that are a screaming crimson, but they come and go so fast that I probably won't get to them with a camera in time. And a bird flew into our house.
