For all of my adult life I’ve moved frequently so my gardening has been done in containers and pots. I’ve seldom witnessed planting perennials in the ground and seeing them emerge from the dirt and flower in subsequent years. I’ve enjoyed the bulbs and seeds that others have planted in the yards of houses I’ve lived in and the bulbs and seeds I’ve planted over the years are hopefully still flowering long after I’ve gone for the pleasure of others but I’ve not had the opportunity to plan and nurture garden beds over a length of time.
For the past several years I’ve not even planted in pots due to a move two summers ago and putting our home on the market last year.
However, this year is different….this year I’m settling into a home that I plan to be in for a while.
This year I got my hands into the dirt and came away with the earth under my fingernails.
I’ve been admiring a proliferation of Queen Anne’s Lace along the roads near my home in Louisiana.
Today I stopped to get a closer look and was surprised to find this particular flower, not quite open, tinged with pink…..
A lock is certainly an outward symbol of security.
I spent last week in Chicago. It was cold, raining, and the city was dense with fog for most of the week.
But it was also dense with people, energy, color and line in the best of ways. Being there in the middle of all that was a stark contrast to the small southern town I’ve recently started calling home.
“Spring drew on…and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
And just for grins, who can resist these happy dog cousins on a photo shoot in a field of Texas bluebonnets? Despite the weather in northern states, spring is alive and well in the South and green is bursting forth all over!
I didn’t get atop anything this past week but I did do a lot of looking up and in one instance even though I was looking down, I found something that was topping an adorable little head so I’m pretty sure that counts!
First up is a serious of rose sculptures that grace the riverfront in my new town. They sit atop concrete bases which sit atop the Red River here in Shreveport and they never fail to draw me in. When paired with a beautiful cloud-filled sky they are exquisite.
A girl can wish, can’t she?
….it would just unpack itself.