Tag: flowers
Remember when I used to garden?
Yeah, me too. It seems that my desire to go outside and dig in the dirt has sort of been swept away along with my ability to write and take pictures. The good news is that I think I did a sufficient amount of prep work in the fall to save me some major spring ass pains. My mulched beds are not completely overrun with weeds (aside from the front bed’s four dozen or so…
Day 109: What Else Is Blooming
Dwarf coreopsis, the flower with the name that sounds a lot like something that would be written on a little person’s autopsy report. Also opening up: Dianthus, rose, rose. [Project 365]
Day 101/365: What’s Blooming
My grandmother potted this for me last year and called it a bleeding heart. But it looks just like a columbine bloom, only it’s clumpy and grows much taller than my purple columbines. And the internet returns something much different when I search for “bleeding heart.” So I’m going to call it a columbine, at the risk of inciting grandmotherly rage. What else is out there? Snapdragons, I forget what it’s called. Creeping…
Day 45/365: Sweet
I spent my day scrubbing the house clean and watching two dudes remove the motherlode of fall leaves from my front and back yards. Nothing particularly romantic about either of those things but I felt three thousand percent better when it was all over. It was like my house had been excavated all of a sudden. Icing on the cake? When the fella arrived home with these pretty things in hand and told me we…
Marigolden
I realize I just posted a picture of a marigold on Friday but I am just smitten with this particular bloom and I want to blow it up big and trace the little yellow outline with my eyes, again and again. I have always proclaimed myself no big fan of marigolds. Frankly, their smell puts me off (I’ve come to tolerate it since they are supposed to repel mosquitoes), but this year the ones I…
In the ground
Oh sweet relief: For the first time in months I am to be able to go outside and piddle in the yard without wishing instantly for the sweet release of death (when you’re a mosquito magnet, you can’t do your yardwork in skimpy, well-ventilated clothes unless you want to discover bites in places you’d rather just a select few people had access to). These past few days have just been beautiful and I’ve been able…
Friday flower No. 22
This is a Friday flower in every sense of the word, seeing as it did not exist until today. I honestly didn’t think I was going to get any blooms out of my hummingbird vines this year, so I’m quite smitten with this little guy. Bonus angle!
(Belated!) Friday Flower No. 13
My much anticipated dinner-plate dahlias opened up mere hours before I hit the road for Middle Tennessee Thursday. They were beautiful enough when I saw them, but when I returned home today (Sunday), I saw that more of them had opened up in my absence and had already collapsed under their own weight. They were splayed out like they’d fainted under the sun’s wilting rays. They are so gorgeous but so unable to support their…
The handoff
As I watched my mom look over the orchestra of plants she had been nursing for years and years, choosing which ones to pass on to me, I realized that she is passing a torch to me.
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