A few days after I got out of the hospital some dear friends came to visit. They gave my husband and me a break from each other and a chance to hang out with, shall we say, our own kind. The wife of the couple walked around the yard with me, picking the spring flowers that I could not bend over to pick. Our country yard is full of grape hyacinth, daffodils, buttercups, blue-eyed grass, and lots of other flowers I can’t identify, some wildflowers and some planted here decades ago and now naturalized. I’m reminded of Elton John’s lyrics: “Lived here, he must have been a gardener who care a lot . . . .”
My friend took some blooms home, and I added some forsythia and quince blossoms from branches that needed to be pruned to make bouquets. As the flowers fade from both yard and home here, I want to share them with you.
quince with daffodils
grape hyacinths actually smell a little like NuGrape
(Yes, Linda of Flourish Now, that’s an egg cup as a vase–told you I like using them that way!)