Wisconsin's Orchestra in Nature Has Swung Into Full Accord

June Has Arrived, The Harmony Has Stepped Up

Columbine is a true example that our Great Creator Has Outdone Himself!

The day, releases it's light and accepts the evening dusk, humans rest. But God does not! Come morning there are so many changes of blossoms popping open. Seems that the big picture out there as I go down to the barn has grown 12 inches while I was dormant in my nice warm soft bed, well that might be a little exaggeration, but you know what I mean.

Many of these daises were blown over but within days their lovely heads were again pointed upward soaking up the sun. Here the blue Siberian Iris are starting to bloom to show contrast.

The orange tile on the birdbath almost hidden will again show after I pull many of the daises out when they are done blooming. They seed themselves, so will never loose them. I leave a few of the dasies perennial plants continue to grow after they are cut back to about eight inches, getting ready for next years Spring.

I cannot walk past the Blue Forget-me-nots without a smile and pause to
soak up the beauty of the scene. Blue pottery mushrooms
add a little whimsy in the Fairy Garden.

Highbush Cranberry now blooms, so intricately. In Fall this bush will hold striking clusters of bright red berries. The Waxwing birds come in large clusters devouring the berries, that have softened from the many freezing temperatures during the winter.

A large red Peonie that demands one's attention! Look at Me, Look at me it cries.
It was a wonder it opened from a bud into this glorious flower all in one day
and night. Intricate center. Only God would know how he wanted this marvelous
flower to come out of that little bud.

Another Peonie which is also my cover picture the day before

this one was taken. Amazing how beautiful in two days from

a bud it looked like cover photo. Second day it looks like above.

The beauty of this Iris's color a cream yellow and orange-tan lower petal,
accenting with a bright orange fall.
Makes me feel like dancing to its harmony.

The pale blue Siberian Iris demanded its own attention by unfurling to look
like a bird in full wing flying to its fellow flower next to it. All done
overnight while I was dormant in a deep slumber.

This fabulous bearded Iris was full of its glory. Smiling as I bent over this lovely creation I could see the golden throat, and the large pistils cradled into this gorgeous ruffled circle of beauty. Notice the fluff is a golden color and fuzzy. The day before it it looked like the flower below: Isn't it breath taking?

You can tell I LOVE IRISES ! The more the better.

This lovely bluish purple is sedate, well formed and has lovely fuzzy fall on the lower petal.
A fall is the fuzzy looking image similar to a caterpillar crawling over a slope.

The Two Tone Blue Iris doesn't take as much space as the bearded Iris.
But it can't be outdone in beauty and color. This picture shows the bud pushing
up through the two already blooming Siberian Iris. Again I am stunned to see
this miraculous happening right here in my very own garden!

This is a Siberian Iris, which grows different. Groups of lively wine colored
flowers seemingly regular beard Iris but more slender. Like in an Orchestra
semitone: one of the smaller intervals of the modern musical scale; half tone; half step.

Using the Siberian Iris it gives my garden that half step.

The tulip and Daffodil season earlier in May has its own presence making my whole being smile, but June is my ah time

here in my many gardens. Each day I explore the two acres searching for the next high note of God's Creation.

So what does the chicken have to do with all this talk about notes and color harmony. Plenty....

I have my nose down centering my eyes on only the lovely flowers in front of me. I hear the lovely calls of the many birds flying around my area, and my dear common farm chicken the Production Reds, follow me as if they are part of my shadow. Clucking softly each seems to have its own tone. This little Red, as I call them, is quite bossy. Becoming more urgent in tone and harmony. The pitch is up and I better take heed or now I know what she will do. Passing a cluster of Iris, (the pointed leaf in picture) next to the chicken, she really let out a cluck sounding more like a threat and pecked me in the leg. Stunned I got her attention and proclaimed she will be thrust into another part of the garden if that happened again. I took her picture while she looked at me cocking her head to make sure I got her good side. It seemed to satisfy her, she turned the other way and walked off scooping up a few bugs in her path. Oh my, to be sure, my minds eye will take note of her from now on.

As I entered the Fairy Garden another Red caught my eye.