Slept in late today...like most days.
Much of my time has been spent on my patio gazing at my back yard and watching the clouds float by. I have some plants in pots that are growing nicely. It won't be long before I'll have beautiful flowers from those plants. Someone very close to me gave me the seeds. It touches my heart each day to think just how fortunate I am to know someone so dear and dedicated to my happiness.
Life is good.
I finally stopped being so rootin' tootin' busy and logged on here.
Hi again everybody!!!
This lovely post reminds me of my gardening friends, who along with me are constantly giving each other samples of our ground covers, bulbs, seeds, and overflow of the different fresh veggies we all grow. When I look around my yard, the plants and trees remind me of the person who gave it to me or why it was planted.
This is a very special story...
Once upon a time, a flowering light pink crabapple in the front yard was blown over by a microburst (late 1990s or thereabouts), so my late husband and I went to a local big box store to find a replacement. We couldn't decide on one tree, so we ended up buying 2 fledgling saplings.
His tree is a creamy white flowering pear, and my tree is a brilliant reddish pink crabapple. We planted them right behind my back deck, so we could see them when in the kitchen. The berries they produce attract a lot of birds.
We used to welcome spring with "our trees", both blooming simultaneously. It was kinda romantic.
These days, I keep both very nicely topped so they don't get too tall, i.e. they are trimmed to spread horizontally. And year after year, they bloom together.
It was meant to be.