Friday was Earth Day, and rather than planting, I was nursing a very large bruise on my hand that for once had nothing to do with the furry one (the desk in my office, though, is on timeout). As I type this, it’s finally turning various shades of purple … sort of close to the shade of the Ebb Tide roses I will be putting in (again, along with a few others since all my roses were pulled out in an EPA project).
Yep, that’s pretty much the color of my bruise right now. Ebb Tide rose image found on New York Botanical Garden Plant Talk blog.
In honor of Earth Day and spring in general, some lovely blooms. (And get out there and plant, people!)
Catchfly is a cute little wildflower, but I’ve never seen it catch a fly … slacker …
Is this a poppy or the sun?
This rose bush is no more … but it had problems. Still …
Who couldn’t be happy looking at this delphinium? Luke, because I won’t let him eat it.
Hummingbirds love fuschia, reportedly. I guess I’ll find out.
Jacob’s ladder … just so delicate … won’t work for changing a light bulb, though.
This was the lilac at our old house, which probably no longer survives. It’ll take a while before mine will look like this.
Are you mocking me, mock orange?
Guara … such an ugly name for such a pretty flower.
I’m not a girly girl, but this columbine makes me feel girly. It’s so pink and purty!
This is me at a party … total wallflower!
My garden? Nope, but a girl can dream … some day … Image found on Home Ideas.
I'm a retiree in his seventies. That may not be significant to many, since there is a bunch of us Baby Boomers around. However, in the year 2,000, when I received a diagnosis of Multiple Myeloma, I expected to be dead in three to five years.