I have flowers planted and volunteering all around my house. My formal garden, fenced in, layed out, dug and tended, was for vegetables and herbs. But the flowers came in anyway, and I did invite them. The vegetables spur me on — tend me! harvest me! weed, train, feed me, and then — eat, share, and preserve me!
So demanding.
The flowers say nothing that bangs on my ears. Instead, I sit beside them and gaze. My eyes can rest. Others tend them, the bees and the butterflies, and in the late season, the birds. The flowers tend my spirit. They remind me of people I have with me, and those I have lost, bright spirits that accompany me.
Here are the ones from this summer:
Empress of India nasturtiums, a bold, dark red blossom, and the starred leaves that always surprise me.
Queen Sophia marigolds, feminine name notwithstanding, are strong and sturdy.
Zinnias, and this year, I chose the hot electric colors.
Hi Amy.
Wonderful website!!! The info is helpful, spurring me on to more things.
I love the fuchia and orage of your restful flowers above. Thank you.
love,
kathie
Thank you for commenting! I love the hot colors, too. They really pop when you view the garden from a distance. They remind me of Glenn Close in “Fatal Attraction”: “I’m not going to be IGNORED….” No turning your back on those zinnias!
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