Gone

Gone are the flowers of summer. Burgundy, pink and white. They lived forever, it seems. Through rain and blazing sun bright. Gone are the hues of precious petals. The colors that swathed the porch. They lived forever, it seems. And held nature’s beautiful torch. Gone are the leaves that climbed and spread. The vine as it followed its trail. They could have lived forever, it seems. Impatiens under the guise of frail. Gone are the flowers, into an empty field.Read more

Thursday Doors: The Florist

It’s almost flower planting time here in Zone 4. By the time Memorial weekend arrives at the end of May, most gardeners and plant/flower lovers will have thrown their favorite flowers and vegetables into the ground or in pretty clay pots. I’m a plant/flower lover with not-so-pretty plastic pots. It made sense for me (my car insisted) to make a slight detour on Saturday to check out a local florist’s early offerings in the Garden Center, greenhouse, and gift store.Read more

Hit and Run Patio

I survived the past five days of theater, concert, funeral, mom, shopping, church and business trip. I’m a tad bit tired, especially after an earlier, very sweaty yoga class. All I can muster up this evening is a hit-and-runĀ of the patio gardens that Natasha and I tend. First up: Black-eyed Susan vines and a lucky turtle. Clematis and Sun-Patiens We celebrate the Fourth of July all summer long. And can’t get enough of pink impatiens, even the out-of-focus ones. IntermixedRead more