I’ve been in Nashville three years now and I still miss growing my own flowers. There’s nothing keeping me from it, really, except time and money. I’m real short on both these days. Some day I hope to get back to having my own little flower beds and array of potted beauties that will collect the morning dew and sit still while I point my camera at them in the early morning light.
At least I get to hang out and get close to the lovelies in my mom’s garden when I visit. Remember the Friday Flower feature I used to post here ages ago? Here’s an honorary addition, thanks to a trip to Saltillo last weekend:
… and I laid on the pavement and took pictures of a bouquet of flowers I got for Valentine’s Day. As you do.
First dahlia blooms of the whole year.
At long last, it’s time to get back to the Friday flower.
Try to contain your excitement!
These mums came from mom’s garden, where they lived happily as perennials. Hopefully they will find my dirt to be as hospitable.
It’s hard to believe I’ve kept this going for 30 weeks. I’ll be sad when the last bloom of the year falls.
Oh, you sassy hot lips turtlehead. Your name makes me laugh and your face … well … makes me laugh too.
There was, apparently, lantana here under the ground before I moved in. It has popped up in yellow and pink alongside the things I added. A nice surprise for once.
My marigold has a visitor.