Looking at some of the hellebores beginning their springtime pageant and noticing the little quince in their midst, this shot shows the garden as it is in reality. The weeds seem to be under control, there is still some mulch left on the hill so the whole background is a nice brownish, rather than reddish tone, from the clay underneath. Mulch on the hill washes downward in heavy rain, we have had some recently, and we’re not complaining about it.
The myriad hellebores are starting to open their bonnets.
They mostly need help to have their photo taken to see inside, they want to look down at the soil, they are a little shy, you understand.
They are so very lovely outside and in, but where are the freckles, those little spots near the center of the bloom?
I’m sure some of these have freckles inside the blooms.
Nope, none in here, but she is still a quite a looker.
Ah, the white ones, the color of thick sweet cream, but only a tiny hint of spots near the center.
Inner petals of a dusty rose, and one big freckle, more of a beauty mark, really.
This is what we have been searching for.
Sorry for the rough treatment, but we are on a mission.
Just like a visit to the dentist’s office, “Open wide”.
Here is a good smattering of those spots.
A plethora of pretty polka dots.
There are some freckles after all, one tends to favor those with the added accessorizing, like jewelry adds to the outfit.
This swab of tiny babies, do any of you have the highly prized freckles? Someday we shall be lifting your petals to inspect your innermost parts for the elusive adornment, my little sweets.