Even In The Smallest And Humblest Garden, A Sturdy Hydrangea At Once Proclaims The Place As The Abode

“Even in the smallest and humblest garden, a sturdy hydrangea at once proclaims the place as the abode of a real gardener rather than a mere purchaser of plants to cover the landscape.” —Washington Park Arboretum Bulletin, 2006. Okay, I’m not a gardener, I just appreciate those that do:-) & the growers that supply the lovely blooms I work with. Thank you! The creamy white hydrangeas I was working with the other day were so luscious, they deserved a close up…..Bon Lundi, mes amis!

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration. D. H. Lawrence Thank you Mr. Lawrence, you waxed poetic for me….nuf said…..Bon Mardi, mes amis!

It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about? Henry David Thoreau Words to contemplate, Mr. Thoreau…..to be peculiarly specific, I was busy about pondering the way the ant hills in the pavement look like some strange colony on a foreign planet, the textural contrasts are just too cool….this now concludes “Morning Musings Before Coffee”, you may all return to your regularly scheduled lives ;-)….I’ll just be over here making my coffee…given the way my mind was waxing all sci-fi poetic, a rather good idea, don’t you think? Lol. Bon Mardi, mes amis!

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. Iris Murdoch. Riotous red ruffled blooms bursting from the corner of my garden….yes dahling, the azaleas have arrived, and aren’t they simply mahvelous? ;-) Lol. Bon Jeudi, mes amis!

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. Eleonora Duse Ah, yes.....the simple things....the small things....such as glancing out the window at a stoplight & witnessing the yellowy green grasses punctuated by petite golden blooms as they sway in the fresh breezes that only spring can bring.....then, snapping a less than stellar picture & having the hutzpah to post it & wax poetic.....yeah, I gotta say, I'm lovin' the small stuff today....hoping you are too....Bon Mercredi, mes amis!

Water is to me, I confess, a phenomenon which continually awakens new feelings of wonder as often as I view it. Michael Faraday Beauty, despite, or maybe, because of the rain…..Bon Mardi, mes amis!