I showed you a picture of this little flower the other day. Some would call it a weed, some a wildflower. I was quite taken with it, but had no idea what its name was. Yesterday, I was watching one of the BBC programs from the Chelsea Flower Show and it was shown in a segment about wildflowers. It’s called Ragged Robin. Thank you, BBC!

By the way, reader Lesley tells me the BBC broadcasts 3 times a day from the Chelsea Flower Show.

I’m so jealous!

I went on a mowing tear yesterday and got it all done. Today is for running a couple of errands and weeding.

The first poppy opened yesterday morning. Here it is with part of the covering still attached.

Later in the day when the sun was very hot.

Another cameo appearance by a flying bug in this photo of a peony bud.

This morning, when I came downstairs about 6:30 am, I looked out the kitchen window to see Henry and a bunny within 3 feet of each other. That made me smile.

Nothing else to report. I’ve been working and mowing and yanking weeds and making lists before I take off for NYC tomorrow morning. I’ll be back on Sunday afternoon.

I’m so looking forward to the weekend but I get sad about leaving my garden because this is my happy place. I don’t want to miss anything!

But my sister and husband await.

Happy Wednesday.

I had to turn the heat on for a short time this morning! It’s going to warm up nicely later in the day. The rain of yesterday was rather gentle but it lasted all day long. I did manage to sneak in a few outdoor tasks.

The lamium Yellow Archangel is in full bloom in the big garden bed. This is one of the very first things I planted here in 2006 and it has been absolutely dependable every year since. Like clockwork. It has spread into a nice mound and I really love it.

This is the tiniest little wildflower that is blooming in a couple of places just in front of the big hosta flower bed next to the porch. I don’t know what it is, but it’s so delicate! That pale pink is lovely.

Sweet woodruff in the bed on the other side of the house (where yesterday’s fern is). It spreads hither and yon every year.

Last night, I could find absolutely nothing to watch on tv. TCM was doing its usual war movies thing, which is not my  thing, so I went to Netflix. I ended up watching White Christmas.

What can I say, it makes me happy.

And of course, I cried when all the soldiers surprise the retired general. Actually, now that I think of it, it’s the perfect movie for Memorial Day.

I’m never sure why we say Happy Memorial Day. If it’s really about honoring our fallen soldiers, well, then it should be sad and serious.

But it wears two coats, this holiday: what it was originally created to be and what it has also evolved into, which is the unofficial start of the summer and a day off and a chance to barbecue and have fun. (If you are doing that today, have a lovely time!)

So I’ll just say that it’s Memorial Day. We honor all those who have died while serving this country. The most fitting form of honor for these brave men and women would be to never, ever go to war again.

Happy Monday.