Winter jasmine. I'm not sure why it blooms in the dead of winter, but I'm grateful that it does.
The pink hellebore in the front yard has big plans this year. I keep meaning to divide it but I always forget.
The variegated yucca was a gift from Ray, my plant guru neighbor, when I was starting the garden. I never would have picked it out myself. It's genius, of course. It lends light and color at the corner of the bluestone path.
The coneflowers showing their cones. I'll gladly deal with the seedlings. I love the seedheads.
Checking out the garden today I saw the dry-laid patio out of the corner of my eye. For a split second I thought something was foaming up from under the bluestone, until I realized that it was just snow. I guess that the joints are a couple degrees colder than the stones.