My garden is shady.
Plant hosta, my friends advise.
I hesitate, fond of the variegated leaves. Less so of the summer blooms. Still, they have a certain charm.
Another garden guest on the day of a recent visit is difficult to photograph. He’s not shy. He is quick. Transparent wings move in a blur. He’s busy. Minding his own business. Seeking a spring snack in a cooperative blossom. He brought friends that didn’t fly into the frame. I gathered my camera and water bottle and let the miniature gardener do his work.