Yesterday was

beautiful. So I worked in the yard for a bit. And played with our new camera, here are a few pictures of what is blooming in the yard. Not very Halloweenish I know, but this is the ying for my Halloween yang :)







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  1. suzanneApril 19, 2009 at 10:06 AM

    Beautiful. Can't wait until things start blooming in my garden!

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  2. Old Fashion HalloweenApril 19, 2009 at 10:47 AM

    Is the yellow a Forsythia? I always think about forcing some branches of mine in buckets of water but never do. They are just so cheery. My yard and house look like a haunted house but not in a good way. We started reclaiming the vegetable garden last night.

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  3. DraceneaApril 19, 2009 at 4:22 PM

    Purty! : ) Everything is still pretty skeletal and colorless here. : (

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  4. Babbling BansheeApril 20, 2009 at 9:22 PM

    Sunday was a beautiful day but my Sweetie is still recovering to go for a motorcycle ride (sigh).

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  5. Chris 'Frog Queen' DavisApril 22, 2009 at 1:02 AM

    Old Fashioned Halloween friend....

    I know you are local, so I promise to grab a few branches for you now and start them for fall. Come by in October - or I will try to make to the Halloween faire-type event this year, with a start for you.... :)

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