No words today. My mind is too full of thoughts to express them properly.
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My Many Joys
Floral Floor Cloth
I made this floor cloth over two decades ago when my children were small.
How did I manage it? Why did I attempt such a thing?
I puzzle about things like this now that I am afraid of a pencil.
What made me believe I could make a floor cloth and paint my favorite flowers on it?
I think I get this from my dad. I get an idea and become possessed with it.
I found it folded and smashed under a pile in the workshop last week.
I laid it out on the gravel to examine it.
There were those flowers from gardens past.
The dahlia that disappeared and the Texas Star from my grandmother.
The prolific Kwanzan daylily that I should have declined and a Clematis I loved and lost.
A white gladiola, a yellow Asiatic lily and a blackberry lily.
A Japanese iris, bracken fern and some bearded iris.
Bearded iris, Cecil Brunner rose that got giant, Bill Troutman poppy and a Sensitive fern.
And my beloved pink foxglove.
Maybe I’ll get possessed again and repaint it,
but first I need to get over my fear of colored pencils.
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Smother Lessons from a Vine
I am a helicopter mother for my plants also.
So I overprotect the rare ones whether they need it or not.
I have had this ‘Blue Crown’ hybrid Passion vine for four years.
When I finally got multiple starts by cuttings, I decided to risk leaving one outside.
Surprise! It stayed green all winter. The ones inside went dormant.
The ousted vine has climbed all over the fence.
The two potted clones have finally started to grow.
The one left out is covered in blooms. The protected ones are just now getting leaves.
Will I be bringing one in next winter?
Yes. Just in case it gets super cold. I will keep one stock plant inside.
Sometimes growing things need to be left alone. That includes children.
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Waiting for the Lights to Come On
I end my days with the bunnies, waiting for their lights to come on.
I quietly sit in the black chair with my feet up on the bench.
I listen to their munching as the light in the sky dims.
The two solar globe lights blink on first. 
Moments later, the garden glows with a warm yellow light from the of Market bulbs.
That’s my signal that the bunnies are safe and my day in the garden has ended.
I pause just a bit, in the glow, in the quiet.
It’s a peaceful way to end a day.
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A Sign with Legs
I was headed back inside with my camera without a proper post picture when
I was greeted at the threshold by a familiar voice from seasons past.
I had to follow the sound, which was coming from behind a sign on the porch.
Mortimer has returned and has taken up his old residence with a friend.
What a lovely surprise. I had been hoping he would return.
He may not have a chance to jump on our guests this year due to the pandemic.
I still expect some antics from the little friend who seems to feel right at home.
Wildlife is always welcome here.
Oh, happy day!
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Worm? Snake? Worm Snake?
I am always careful when I use a shovel.
I have friends in low places.
I dug up this little critter while planting my amaryllis bulbs out in the garden.
Too big for a worm . Tiny eyes, gray back, pink belly and a sharp tail.
It is a worm snake, Carphophis amoenus.
Its name does not come from looking like a worm.
It comes from the fact that it eats worms.
It did not like the sunshine and kept hiding its head in my fingers.
It finally calmed down and posed for some photos.
I was amazed when it swung its head around and looked me in the eye.
Careful with those shovels. You never know who you will meet underground.
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First Double Bloomer
Single blooming peonies have been in bloom for weeks. The doubles lag behind.
This is the first time Karl Rosenfield has bloomed here.
I am pleased with its huge, full blooms.
This one has a deep rich color and lush green foliage.
Stay tuned for my favorite which always blooms last.
Peonies are easy perennials but do not like to be disturbed.
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Amaryllis Outside
I hope you did not toss that big bulb that bloomed over the holidays.
Here in the south, we can grow them in the garden.
I try several new varieties each Christmas.
Some have disappeared over the years.
I have wondered whether they were eaten or rotted.
I have found a solution that works for either problem.
I call it a “Rock Nest.”
Here I have used some lava rock. You can use any rocks or broken pots or bricks.
The point is to surround the bulb with material to help with drainage
and to protect it from digging critters that snack on our bulbs,
I also amend the soil because we have quite a bit of red clay here.
Be sure to mark your bulbs.
Also, take note of the height. Pink Surprise is tall and goes in the back of the bed.
Moon Scene was short so it goes in the front.
They like sun and warmth.
Don’t toss that bulb! Plant it outside.
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My Morning Walks
I take a cup of coffee out onto the deck each morning to walk and think.
I stroll back and forth clearing my mind and planning my tasks for the day.
Sometimes it ends up being more like pacing. Back and forth, over and over.
My cup empty, shivering in my pajamas, chilled.
There are concerns. There are worries. I try to get these out of the way.
I took my camera on my walk today, so you could see what I see this spring morning.
I am surrounded by all this beauty.
You are gardeners. You see the evidence of years of work.
This has been my oasis and my prison.
I am still busy and useful and needed, but…
It seems so froufrou to be posting flowers during a pandemic.
That’s why I stopped blogging for a bit.
I was ashamed. I was unnecessary.
But I was told that my posts were missed and my blog was needed.
So forgive my frivolous folly.
I cannot save lives like my medical friends, but I can grow flowers.
I can share beauty.
I am not what I wanted to be, but this is me.
Love Flower
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