Showing posts with label Bleeding Hearts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bleeding Hearts. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Thirty-Four Seconds in the May Garden
In between moments with my sweet family this past week, I got to visit my beloved pink and white flowers too. ♥ Ahhh, spring!
And by the time I get home again next month, my roses should all be in bloom. We're back, Baby! ;) Love, love, love. ♥
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that...I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden. ~ A. Crowley
My mom sent me a little "fun money" tucked into a letter yesterday and I will use a bit of it today to treat myself to a flower and a gardening magazine. And between chores today, I will daydream about my little pink and white cottage garden that I miss so much, and I will work on my visions for my next one--even if "bloom[ing] where [I'm] planted" in this case finds me beautifying my fire escape.
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Labels:
Bleeding Hearts,
Cosmos,
Daisies,
Dianthus,
Diascia,
ferns,
Feverfew,
flowers,
Foxgloves,
Hollyhocks,
Mallow,
my garden,
Oregano,
Petunias,
Poppies,
Queen Anne's Lace,
roses,
Salvia,
someday,
Sunflowers
Sunday, May 20, 2007
A Page from the Book of Good Things
My breaks on this weekend of working and resume-revamping have been spent on long walks and quick peeks at my garden. (And late at night before fatigue overtook me, finally reading Nick Hornby's About a Boy. There's a line in it that's so funny to me, I giggle every single time I think of it.) On my walk home yesterday, I stopped at an antique shop to ask about a couple of old metal chairs I've oohed and ahhed over the past couple of weeks. Amazingly--especially for this shop, and most especially for the small "treat budget" I allow myself--the price was right. The many decorating and gardening scrapbooks I've kept since age thirteen are filled with pictures of chairs and gliders like these, so yesterday marked the rare instance in which I practically jigged as I parted with money. One chair is rusted on its seat and needs to be sanded, and someday both these babies will be Val-ed up in glossy pink paint, but they were certainly worth the seventeen-year wait.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
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