JUST A LITTLE QUESTION...

Who said that pink and orange don't go together?

Rescue Flowers

Well, there are rescue dogs and rescue cats, so why not rescue flowers?  Turning into my driveway yesterday noticed three little clusters of grape hyacynths blooming in the grass strip between the road and the sidewalk.  They were technically on neighbor Jane's property but I know she wouldn't have minded if I lifted them.  In a couple of days the mow-and-blow guys will start their inexorable tour of death and would have decapitated these sweet little things.  So here they are, alive and blooming in a Japanese bonsai tray and will be carefully transplanted to a suitable spot where they will grow and thrive and show their lovely blue hues for springs to come.  A good deed always leaves a great feeling in you heart.  Doesn't it?

MEDICINE FOR THE SOUL

Rosa Mr. Lincoln

Sniffle, cough, hack, sniffle, sneeze, shivers, feverish...  That was me last Tuesday.  A drizzling, cold, gray day.  What old ladies in Britan call "filthy weather'.  Running from the car to the front door I was greeted by a magnificent view!  The Mr. Lincolns that grow by the grace of God without much care from  this gardener were offering me a show of warmth, color and grace in the midst of all that misery.  Ran into the house, grabbed the secateurs, put on the slicker and wellies and ran back into the garden before the glorious color could be damaged by the threatening thunderstorms.  Glad I did, oh yes, so glad.  They have been my comfort and joy for the last two days while I wallow in bed with the flu and thunderstoms and even a small tornado rage outside.  Thank you, Mr. Lincoln, after all these years you still know how to deliver peace and harmony to a disrupted world.

WAITING TO BE ARRANGED!

You tell me, do they really need arranging?