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I dig dirt.
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And the lovely things it grows.This weekend, I stood in the middle of one greenhouse building solely devoted to geraniums. So many breathtaking colors to choose from. I only needed one.
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Planting flowers is kind of like quilting (or painting, etc.). You combine colors, patterns, and textures to create something visually appealing..JPG)
I can't remember the name of this perennial that I planted a couple years ago, but seeing it in bloom makes me so happy:
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I did get my Dresden plate pillows finished this evening. More on that tomorrow.
Do you garden? What makes you feel sparkly?
3 comments:
I kill plants P.
I put some things in pots a few years ago and miraculously they have survived. I'm happy with that and wont tempt fate by calling myself a gardener.
You however appear to have very green thumbs.
I walk near flowers and they scream in agony. Last year Ed bought me a pot with tulips. He brought it home and they were in full bloom--beautiful pink colors. I know they don't belong in pots and that may have contributed to their untimely demise, but I don't think they would have died so quickly (the very next day) if he hadn't handed them to me. I told him not to. I begged him to spare their lives. He insisted. What could I do? I took them, the poor things, and they trembled and cried out. I set them on the table near the window, gave them a little water, and tried to stay away from them, but it was too late. The damage was done. May they rest in peace.
Pretty, pretty, pretty!
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