So Many Colors

 I took a walk through the garden the other morning -- as per -- and was struck by the sheer amount of color out there . . .

The orange of the Tiger Lilies . . . 

. . . the blue/purple of the Spiderwort . . . 

. . . the yellow of the Evening Primrose . . . 

. . . and their new friends, these Sunflower guys . . . 

. . . the white and purple of the Salvia . . . 

. . . and the gorgeous purple of last of our beloved Iris . . . Thanks for a great season, guys.

Onto the silver/blue of the Hydrangea . . . 

. . . Oops, not yet. But soon, my friends. Soon . . . 

(And that bride in tulle behind her? Blueberry bush. Oh, the blue coming our way . . . )

The incredible bright pink of the peonies . . . 

. . . I love these guys . . . 

. . . wait, do you think the peonies and the tiger lilies would pose together?

There we go! Thanks for the photo, Mistah.

Speaking of shades of pink . . . 

. . . the luscious roses . . . 

. . . the fabulous Mary-Anns (we name our plants after people we get them from) . . . 

. . . and our friend Cacti Corey's final three blossoms. Ten this year! She's a champ.

And finally, the incredible pink/red of Connecticut's own state flower . . . 

. . . the Mountain Laurel.

Speaking of laurels, a wise man (it was Mistah) once said, "What's the point of having laurels if you can't rest on them?"

Why, indeed.

I think we can safely rest on these, Mistah.