Dozens

There are dozens and dozens of blue Dutch irises. There are just three yellow-and-white ones. There are dozens of ranunculus flowers, now in at least six colors. There are still dozens of St. Brigid anemones (those red and red-and-white ones) and dozens of anemones de Caen (fuchsia, greenish-white, blue-violet, and more). Alliums are past their peak. We found a couple of sweet peas, variety unknown, among the Wando vines. Very soon there will be at least one flower on one of the one-dollar clematis plants that we bought at Albertsons that time. Yellow milkweed is in bloom in pots and somebody is eating the leaves, but we haven't seen who's doing it. Somebody has started up a pond again, so we can hear frog songs. Yesterday morning I could hear a toad peeping but never did see him among the leaves. We are enjoying some sort of old-style narcissus, very small flowers, very white with very orange cups at the end of very long stalks; otherwise, apart from a few geranium narcissi, others are gone. Pink cyclamen in pots is blooming again and so are all the violas that reseeded themselves in various pots. The oak trees continue to behave as the individuals that they are: the pioneer has little left in the way of leaves to fall; the laggard is just beginning to drop leaves. Any day now, there will be pecan leaves or flowers or both. Ipheion is still with us. Some lantanas have leafed out; others haven't yet done so. Pink oxalis in the ground is happy; so are red geraniums in pots. We have more nasturtium flowers every day.