If you take any flower you please, and look it over and turn it about and smell it and feel it and try to find out all its little secrets, not of flower only but of leaf, bud and stem as well, you will discover many wonderful things. This is how you make friends with plants, and very good friends you will find them....-Gertrude Jekyll

Kordes Perfecta

Broadway's blooms are a theatrical blend of golden yellow petals and heavily flushed reddish pink margins.
In the spotlight of the sun the color deepen.

Princess Alexandra of Kent

With passionate deep pink blooms bursting with seemingly endless petals and delightful fragrance it's hard to see how anyone could resist falling in love with Pretty In Pink Eden Rose.

Brown Turkey Fig

Venus and the Moon
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That are shining in your eye
Just to dig it all and not to wonder
That's just fine
And I'll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.

-Van Morrison

Santa Barbara Peach: Sweet

Thompson Seedless

Abraham Darby Rose

Thompson Seedless

Princess Alexandra of Kent

Passion Flower

Shirley Poppies and Cornflowers

Onion Flower

Fritillary Butterfly: Good Pollinator

Calendrinia spectabilis

Boysenberries and Strawberries

Iceberg

Shrubby Veronica

spider lily

Broadway Rose

Rest in Peace Dear Sweet Moonshine

Cymbidium

Globe Gilia

Sage

Olivia Austin

carrot

baby pumpkin

lion's mane

yerba mansa

Double Hollyhock

cosmo

foxglove

iceberg

olivia austin

crimson clover

feverfew

borage

polygala

mulberries on the tree

blackberries

penstemmon

sea lavendar

Angel's trumpet

black crowned night heron

Blackbird

heart shaped iron ore that washed down the mountain during the mudslide

elephant ear

jacaranda

agapantha

a work of art

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world but walk slowly,
and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.
And they call again,
“It’s simple,” they say,
“and you, too, have come into the world to do this,
to go easy,
to be filled with light,
and to shine.”

-Mary Oliver