It's been raining for days. Good for the garden; not for the gardener who cannot go out and dig and pull and say hello to her little friends she hasn't seen since last spring. So what's left is to take pictures from the windows or wait for the rain to stop for a few moments and snap a shot or two. The pink lawn is not covered with flowers. Those are the petals of the cherry tree that the rain brought down. The house looks smothered by the viburnum opulus with its green snowballs and the white dogwood that the birds planted by the window. From the house it feels as if you're inside a cloud. The Buda Cat is a constant companion and the birds are not afraid of him. He is a serene reminder of our beloved Percy the Sweet Babboo whom we lost last September. Rain is good. I'd love to see some rainbows, though, and a few rays of sunshine peeking through these clouds.
- Moorestown, New Jersey, United States
- Let's talk about our gardens. Let's talk about all the flowers and critters that thrive within the confines of our personal paradises. Let's talk about those we love and love us back, although once in a while they scratch us and make us bleed a little. Just to remind us that we are alive. Those roses and cats and people that thrive in our gardens... How important... How important they are...
- CAMELLIAS No fragrance, almost impossible ...
- QUINCEAÑERAS I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling th...
- A BLESSING FOR THE GARDEN
- RAINY DAY AT FURBALL COTTAGE
- THE ALLURE OF GREEN FLOWERS
- A friend has mentioned that her father used to quo...
- Agapanthus.. Blue blossoms so hard to find. Not mu...
- O love, how green the world, how blue the sky! And...
- For spring is here, with all his ancient fires,Qu...
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