Finally

Sophia and I noticed something in the backyard last night.  The bush cherry that my brother John had given us several years ago had finally blossomed.  We started with two little cherry bushes.  Each year the deer would come and “prune” them for us.  The bushes would grow a few inches, the deer would eat a few inches.  The cycle continued year after year.  Finally last fall the deer were too busy eating my hostas and jumping into my vegetable garden to notice that one had finally filled out into a small bush.  I had seen the tiny leaf buds ready to burst earlier in the week.  I didn’t realize that some of those buds were actually flowers.

Many more tiny flower buds fill the bush.  My hope is that we will finally have cherries this year.  They are not like the cherries you buy in the store or even the kind that grow on trees near the Washington Monument.  My parents have grown these since before I was born.  They are perfect for for cherry pies or jelly.  John got his bush cherries from my parents and now we have one of our own.

Sophia and I also noticed how pretty the bleeding heart plant was getting.  We decided to snap some photos of the flowers.

Then Sophia decided she wanted to pick one of the delicate little flowers.

We also snapped pictures of this beautiful pink geranium.  This little plant seeded itself late last summer.  I found it growing in our front garden near the hydrangea.  I brought it in over the fall and winter in the hopes that I wouldn’t kill it before spring.  It started flowering in February and hasn’t stopped since.  We recently re-potted it and have it out on the deck.