Barefoot in the garden

Hooray! Shoes off and barefoot in the garden! How I loathe the restriction of footwear, despite understanding the necessity at times, such as winter and water. There’s nothing to beat the feeling of soft grass underfoot, or the late afternoon warmth of the bricks outside the front door, except maybe dangling your feet in the icy Atlantic as you perch on a rock watching the sun sink from view at the end of another day in paradise.
A stroll around the garden to check on all the plants revealed that nature is doing what it does, just carrying on with life without a care in the world, adapting to climatic conditions much as we do with the use of clothing and footwear. New growth and flowering are in accordance with the capabilities of each plant and I don’t think I have ever encountered a plant that died from too many flowers or even no flowers at all for a season.
I think that even the buds are beautiful and are worthy of photographs.