roses aren’t always red

Roses are red, Violets are blue,

Normally this little ditty ends with something about Love…but roses aren’t always red, and poems don’t always rhyme. Thing is, in spring and summer our garden is usually gloriously alive with roses.

That’s the wonderful thing about having a gardener with a green thumb, who loves you beyond reason…always having a “love you” bouquet to greet the day when his rose bushes are blooming.

 

Thank you D for all the work and all the love.

see ya soon

spring was a nice day

The weatherman was right! Spring was a nice day—today is cold and rainy. It’s a good thing yesterday was sunny and bright. Otherwise my walk with the camera would have been altogether too late. Rain, and the possibility of hail !!O NO !!, will shatter […]

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Hello Spring!

Took a walk along the creek, with the camera, this morning before the sun rose so far overhead that colors and shadows were lost. I was looking for beauty in the decaying world that surrounds Contentment Cottage—looking for God’s hand in the natural flora and […]

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dancing daffys

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. _Dorothy Wordsworth, The Grasmere Journal – […]

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glorious garden colors

As October rushes head-long toward November, our garden glows with color. Piles of mums border the fence against a backdrop of evergreen, the last of the summer roses and a few herbs and peppers. With the morning sun turning each pile to pure gold, the […]

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the Prize Pineapple

Thought you might like to see this little jewel, which Mr. L grew from the top of a grocery store pineapple. It lived in the greenhouse for a while, then moved to the south side of the house this summer. First it produced a fruit, and now […]

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a rose garland

A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her. Alfred, Lord Tennyson This morning I wanted to share my bouquet of Gemini Roses gracing our breakfast table with you. So lovely. Such a special treat to have Dick bring them […]

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