Abiding by the thought that Mother Nature doesn't make mistakes with her color palette, I'm happy to make an exception to my mostly pastel flower garden.
This is my wild Tiger Lily. Yes, she's ORANGE. And she's in my garden. Me, the gardener who get annoyed when gold flowers are marked as yellow not orange. This orange lily has a sentimental hold on me though.
My dad used to say they bloomed for the Fourth of July--true in California, but more like the Fourth plus a week here in Nevada. Usually anyway. This year they bloomed two weeks later than usual, which says something about our super-late frosts and recalcitrant spring.
As a kid, we loved to pick of these little bulblets which grow along the stem. We also loved to pop fuchsia blossoms before they opened. (There are some things that are just irresistible to kids.) At least we didn't blow dandelions puffs anywhere near the Queen Mother's garden.
Back to the pastels--Lilypad Pond hosted a record-breaking four waterlilies in bloom yesterday. I know it's not a lot, but Lilypad is a very petite pond.
This yellow gal is the shyest bloomer--those striped pads in the upper right corner belong to her.
And then there are the tall phlox.
Any merest hint of a tiny bud?
This is your last chance. Bloom, or else. You've been warned.
Garden lovers need to swing by Jami's for beautiful flowers and bounteous veggies and tales of evil trespassers at the