Friday, August 08, 2014

As The Day Begins


                              The rose of All Roses, by Wilhelm Menzler, German, 1846-1926

As the day gets on its way out here in the west, I just want to leave a note.  I am going to put up another post soon, about keeping the home.  I have a few more things to do around here, first but I hope to blog at the end of the day.

Here are a few pictures of my flower gardens in the front of the house...

...and an indoor floral.

I have been kept busy caring for the gardens, so it is like taking on a couple of more rooms in the house.  

I will see you all soon.


susie @ persimmon moon cottage said...

Your flowers are looking very pretty. I like the pot of impatiens with the little birds on it. Such pretty flowers make your work in the flower garden all worth while.

Lydia said...

It is a broken bird bath, with the broken area hidden in he ground

Unknown said...

Your garden is lovely! They do require a lot of attention but are worth every minute of it. I love to have breakfast outside in the cool of the morning and enjoy the results of my work in the garden. You deserve a rest and we shall look forward to hearing from you when it suits you. Take care dear Lady Lydia.

Andrea R said...

Oh Lydia, it's coming along quite nicely! It looks really full!

I have three hobbies that I, baking and gardening!

Given that we have a short gardening season, it's probably my favorite! My flower beds are so rewarding to me, and they are the "face" that greets people when they arrive at our home. That makes me feel so good about what I do in the home, as well!

You rest up a bit, and I look forward to you next always!

anonymous said...

Your garden is beautiful and shows all the attention you have given it this year. So thankful for your friend who stayed and planted all those lovely flowers for you. You do her great honor in attending the plants so well. So happy for you.

Mrs. J.

Gail said...

Different men have refused my handshake (one being my father-in-law),
literally remonstrating me for offering it, and saying that they wanted a
hug instead. The hug that followed always included them (lewdly) pressing
my chest to theirs Ew. And even in church. Another, my husband's cousin,
will grab me up and almost crush me with this big, frontal hug whenever I
return to my hometown for a visit. This is all so boorish, and I detest it,
and yet, I have felt both repulsed and ashamed. And that I must look like a
fool for offering a handshake. But really, it is so absurd and wrong. To
make matters worse, I now see almost everyone going in for the smarmy
pseudo-kiss on one or both cheeks, where women press cheeks on someone, but
pull their lips to the side, in a grotesque gesture, in order to avoid
smearing their lipstick on said cheek. It used to be the purview of
celebrities to do this, but this silliness has now filtered down to the
entire society. I think people have plumb lost their minds.