Iris are my favorite flower. I love their heady scent as long as it is outside. When my husband has kindly cut some and brought them in, I have to keep them at a distance because their scent is so cloyingly sweet. I’ve always been partial to the blues and purples, but the root beer (bottom left) is growing on me.
When we bought our house 3 years ago, the only flowers in the yard (front and back combined) were the red petunias lining the front garden beds. My friend ~A~ came to the rescue with iris bulbs from her own garden and many more flowers as well, thanks to her newly-built (and quite lovely) fire pit that took up former flower bed space.
The pink tulips bulbs came from the garden of a dear old friend of Rapunzel (our DIL) plus a few from my mother’s stash in her garage (we were lucky that any came up at all). The columbine also came from my friend’s garden.
Total aside: Did you know that a columbine petal looks like a heart?
I worked this afternoon, including a meeting tonight, and I have two more days in a row at the office before heading “to the coast” to celebrate the accomplishments of a nephew who is both graduating from high school and having his Eagle Scout Court of Honor.
Then it’s back home to usher for a theatre production on Friday evening. (That is how frugal folks attend professional theatre. Yo!)
Yesterday I posted a graduation pic of H-J and his girlfriend. An honest catch-up would also include a family photo from graduation weekend…
and point out that I’ve been working on my little side business/hobby as well by making a commitment to be at some of the local farmer’s market days this summer, selling earrings and photo note cards. I made enough sales at my first day last Friday to do it a few more times.
So that’s life in a nutshell here: family, work, family, hobbies, and some fun with friends in-between all of that activity.
The “unsaid” from above includes time spent/wasted on the timesuck known as facebook. I’m probably ready for a respite from that place thanks to a few people (and one in particular) who think my page is a place to argue — and I do mean argue, in a condescending manner — opposing views about guns/school shootings. I happen to believe that you can respectfully say you hold other views but you keep your own PARAGRAPHS of thought on your own timeline. Apparently, I am wrong about this — or so I’ve been told. I’m worn out. And sad.
I’ll try to drop by and finish visiting all of you before the end of the month.