I thought it was time to give the macro lens a rest and take a wider view of what's been happening in our garden.
Beginning at the bridge, this view to the south takes in our two ancient Macintosh apple trees in full bloom, the dwarf currant hedge, as well as our new (as of last Summer) black gravel paving material.
There's nothing like the delicate color of apple blossoms...
... especially when contrasted with the weathered bark of the old limbs.
This is the long view across the length of the pond to the tea house, still sheathed in its pink styrofoam. My next job is to attach the metal lath, inside and out, prior to applying the stucco -- in a more subdued color.
Looking under the lilac trunks toward the apple trees from the back edge of the yard...
...and from the same spot in the other direction, toward what we have named the Sacred Grove.
This woodland Peony is certainly the queen of this corner of the garden today. With the rains expected in a couple of hours her reign is about to end.
The view across the yard from near the Tea House with a glimpse of the pond in the lower left corner.
This shot was taken across the pond looking South toward the gate in the back fence. The Bloodgood Japanese maple and our baby Dawn Redwood occupy the left side of the picture.
Two found object sculptures in a sea of mixed Lily-of-the-Valley and Sweet Woodruff.
The flowering crab apple in the front yard is one of a dozen or so trees that survive from the house's original landscape plan. The house was built in 1954, which makes these trees at least 55 years old.
On the other hand, we planted the River Birches to create this little grove in 1998.
This picture was taken from the path near the street looking across the Moon Garden toward the front of the house.
This group of Daffodils bordering the curb provide some floral entertainment for pedestrians and bikers in the street (we have no sidewalks on our block) .
And finally, our somewhat pathetic effort to create an Oak savanna, Dandelions and all. It's located, of course, under the Burr Oak at the juncture of the street and our driveway.