100 Happy Days #84
Never heard of such a thing, but oh, my–it makes sense. Where do colors come from in the first place, hmmm?
Painting with flowers, and loving every second.
Natural Mother Magazine fabulous find. Go there.
Blooming Trees
100 Happy Days #39
Ooooh, I’m snapping my camera as fast…
as…
I can.
Because all this pink magic, simply refuses to stay for long.
Only a few days actually.
And then no matter how much we whine and fuss, it all starts coming down.
Mother Nature– the lovely, luscious, litterbug.
Say that three times fast.
Petal Downpour
100 Happy Days #38
Quite certain we have the prettiest gutter in the universe today.
Won’t last long.
But for now…
I’ll take it.
A Few Sweet Blossoms
Oh, my brave, sweet flowers are just barely starting to come to life!
I should have clipped these wild things back…but I just didn’t have the heart. They seem to know just where they want to go.
I’ve never grown peonies before and I must say, the blossoms are not there…not there…not there…and then BOOM! Big, feathery and gorgeous. It was a lovely surprise this morning.
The unstoppable Columbine that just keeps blooming and blooming and blooming…and all in the perfect purple-y color.
Not so much a bloom but another sort of pretty thing popping it’s head out from the leaves.
These are my lovely Daney-boy roses. He bought this bush right before he left to Lithuania for two years. He knows me well because one is lavender…
and the other was bright pink…that is, until it froze and came back completely wild…and a deep scarlet.
A beautiful garden with a mind all it’s own.
Just my kind of place.
Then There Is The Front
One day the Bald Kid was particularly bored and started digging up the front flower bed. No particular reason…he just wanted to.
Which turned out to be a pretty handy-dandy thing because Jillian and Josh brought me a zillion impatiens and one giant hydrangea for Mother’s Day.
What, I ask you, would I have done if all that dirt was still hard and weedy and dreadful? Heaven only knows.
But since it was all soft and mushy, we added some soaked peat moss and a busload of compost and stuck those pretty little things right in the ground. Again, I say “we” like I have a mouse in my pocket or something. It was the guy who did it all again. But I took all the flowers out of the packs and lined them all up and handed them to him in just the right order. That’s an important job too.
He is an awfully nice guy though.
It was a good, kind, flowery day.
And it made me very, very happy.
