Cornell Avenue Super Bloom

Brain cancer is...

 ...contemplating yard work.

Spring certainly sprang here while we were in the mountains.  Our front and back yards have plenty of volunteer oxalis plants.  (You know oxalis:  the yellow plant in the image above.  It also goes by names such as "Bermuda buttercup" and "sourgrass.") Our research tells us that this native of South Africa invades the California coast as a noxious weed.  We know, right?

When Darrell and I started this post, we were mostly going to complain about the oxalis super bloom, but then we began appreciating our other blossoms.

The roses, above, were planted by the original owner of our house, Doris, probably in the late 1950s.  Thanks, Doris!

These purple cuties were planted by Zach and Summer before they left for Colorado.

We appreciate that the kids' love of gardening sprang anew in our garden, even though they have their own faraway garden now. 

And LuAnn gave us these butterfly amaryllis bulbs early in our marriage. We have taken the plant with us each time we have moved.

It's always a happy surprise when the amaryllis show their dramatic faces. 

No wonder spring is considered a time of rebirth and renewal.

What started as a tongue-in-cheek post turned out to help us realize that our blooms are pretty super indeed.

Happy Super Blooms, Friends! And Happy Friday!