Why See That Way?

fly on allium


 This morning, before the rain started again, I took a walk through the garden. It has rained off and on, continuously for the last four days. The weather forecast is for four more days of rain. All of which made getting outside while the sun shone briefly this morning, so critical.

 

ant on peony bud
 

As I wandered around the drier spots in the garden, keeping my shoes dry for the moment, I was thinking about why we see the way that we do. Photography can be a fascinating glimpse into the mind of the photographer.  The choice of lens can provide insight into how one views the garden. 

Walking around on our wood chip paths, I was contemplating how I tend to focus on the tiniest details in our plants. I am perpetually fascinated by the nuance. The tiny bugs and critters moving about the garden. Textures and patterns, changing almost before my eyes! Normally, we walk around at our human height... but I remember being a kid and walking around and seeing things closer to the ground. Some aspect of that is still a part of of how I see plants. It's easy to focus on a perfectly formed flower or a bee flying around, but that's not terribly interesting.

geranium phaeum buds

 

Finding buds, unopened, and full of promise is so exciting. Even more amazing is seeing the fuzzy hairs that surround the buds. Some flowers have leathery outer petals that protect the inner bits of the flower. So many ways to hold off the pollinators until the pollen is ripened. 

The next few days will see more rain, after which the temperatures will start their steady climb towards summer heat. As the humidity increases, and the sun comes out, the garden is going to jump! By this time next week, the temperature will jump into the 80s. Great for the blooms... and it means the biting bugs will be everywhere.



 

aquilegea, not sure which variety


 

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