I am thankful for a mother who always had lovely flowers in her garden. I remember her standing in her garden, hose in hand, and watering her flowers in the light of the moon. Mom was an artist not only in painting on canvases, but she had an effortless way of knowing which flowers to plant in her yard. We have two of her rose bushes now growing in our backyard and I think of her every spring when the first glorious pink blooms bud and stretch their petals in the face of the sun.
My father loves to garden, too. This was a hobby learned later in life and his garden is full of bulbs and beautiful perennials and annuals. I find it endearing to visit his yard that captures the essence of his love of gardening.
As an adult, I still love flowers. One of my favorite things in our home are the amateur floral paintings and prints that are displayed in different spots of our home. A wall of our family room have several of my favorites. I also adore little boxes with flowers on them; books about birds and flowers and door stops that have little florals. And lets not forget beautiful plates and pottery with delicate images of flowers and birds. I'll share more of some new finds in another post.
Outside, the Snapdragons, Pansies and Allysum are thriving. All in shades of coral, white, yellow and pinks. Happy flowers make me smile......and they make me think of my sweet folks.