Showing posts with label Flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flowers. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2009


These little bluets are my favorite flower ever. I love how they spread across a field, in little clumps of color. I have loved them since childhood. Sure, a field of dandelions makes me happy, and a wall of creeping phlox is stunning, but these little flowers are my sign that spring truly has arrived.

submitted by Rachel Buck

Monday, May 18, 2009


Who really likes dandelions, anyway? They are poster child of weed management. Luckily bumblebees like them. As much as the ubiquitous yellow blossoms scream "out of control" to us, the bumblebee needs this early shot to launch the crucial pollination season. As long as we need bees we need to appreciate the dandelion. I didn't say love it, now did I?

Submitted by Paul Beane

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


This is the time of year in Maine when I want to just be home with time to work in my gardens and watch the birds return. Here is a picture of one of my favorite places, my rock garden. From here I can watch the hummingbirds, baltimore orioles, bluebirds, swallows, and so many more.

submitted by Dorothy Small

This picture was taken in my backyard. I was taking pictures of flowers, and I thought to myself, everybody takes pictures of flowers from the top but I have not come across a picture from a bug's eye view. So... I placed my camera under the flower, this is what came out--and I love it.

Submitted by Lindy Curtis

editor's note: Lindy was an award-winning photojournalist in my class at Woodland High. As you can see she has not lost her touch. --ab

Friday, May 1, 2009

May's theme: Flowers


I know, I know, almost too easy an assignment. However, everyone loves it when the flowers start to pop in May. Just yesterday I was walking in the woods and noticed several dozen trillium plants that were not there a week ago--the heat made them pop out of their winter slumber! Don't worry if you see a picture that looks like the one you want to submit. There can never be enough flowers after a long Maine winter has passed.

Submitted by Amity Beane