Slow spring

Spring came slowly, in Ottawa, as it is won't to do. After the snowdrops came delightful little iris reticulata, winter aconite, then crocuses. I put in more iris last year, as they come up so early and are such a welcome pop of colour.

Spring was a long time coming!




Pretty puschkinia! 

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