Waving, not to say not drowning

My cough continues, and the connection to the internet chez Aurora is leaving a bit to be desired just now. Much earlier this evening a Wilson's warbler came by the back yard, leading me to want my camera while I was out there. Needless to say, Mr Wilson then made himself scarce. but since I had the camera and some decent light and the yard, while a bit disheveled, has so much in bloom it's inevitable that I took some photos. Not included in the following are the dark-eyed juncos, American goldfinch, house finch, bushtits, and Anna's hummingbird who all dropped by while I was enjoying the crazy-nice weather. Seriously, I cannot stress enough just how lucky we are to have chez Aurora.

This salvia plant is a few years old now. I've moved it and abused it and it does nothing but thrive. And attact hummingbirds.

What I call "my father's rose." He insisted upon planting it in the shady bed where my mother's ashes were spread. It does surprisingly well.

"I'm ready for my close-up, Mrs Metz." An iris I have no memory of buying and planting and yet I must have done. It's doing pretty well in the overgrown bed that also contains the raspberries that follow.

A volunteer pollnator on the insanely early raspberries. I shifted a mess of raspberry canes from one side of the yard to a corner on the other side of the yard last year and they've gone quite, quite mad. (The yard is so small that the Big Move was a matter of a few dozen feet.)

Some of Aurora's original yellow bearded iris that I separated and replanted a few years back, plus some Siberian irises we've planted more recently. And a big rusty sunflower that caught Scott's eye at the West Seattle Street Fair a few years ago.

The Ruler of it all; Madame Gradka poses in her domain.