At The Farm...: flowers

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Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Spanish Needles Are Not My Favorite

They grab you and hang on

but there's beauty in their symmetry.

and nectar in their flowers.

Spanish Needles or aptly called Pitchfork weed

has smartly adapted it's seeding method, guaranteed.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Monday, March 21, 2016

Monday, September 21, 2015

Searching

– Rebeca Cygnus

In the dark I reach

to find color

form

direction

Eternally searching

for the answer

Am I the Assassin Bug

or the wild flower?

MindLoveMisery's Menagerie

Photo Challenge

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Remember the wonderful Irises I showed a while back? Those were gifted to me by a blogger friend. I shared a few of mine with her.

Through my years of gardening I have rarely purchased flowers but exchanged seeds, plants and cuttings from people I knew. It became a custom of mine to name my trees, bushes and flowers after the person who gave them to me. I have a Grover plum, a Grandma Myrtle rose, Cyndi Irises and the list goes on. (I do the same with recipes with names like Kenny's Sauerkraut Salad, Bonnie's Spiced Pecans, Uncle Bill's Oatmeal Pie and TexWisGirl's Red-Headed Dumplings) I enjoy remembering the person that gave me a recipe or a plant.

I entered a contest at Two Men and a Little Farm and won this wonderful apron! Thanks, guys!!

I've noticed 1st Man posts some dream flower beds ever so often because they are planning their landscaping. They are new to farm life and are jumping in with both feet, as much as they can while they still live in the city. They have taken us through the home improvements, fun time with wild critters and now their plans for the yard. They have just begun bee keeping.

Well, my old wheels started turning...if my flowers came from friends, why can't theirs? The internet has made our world very small. I think we can help plant their garden. I know many of you who garden save your seeds for the next year. Why can't we reach out and send Two Men a pack of seeds from our place? Sounds like a great idea to me!

I'm not bold enough to post their address without asking but stop by and visit them. Tell them Crazy Gail sent you and you want to share your flowers.

I am working on a box of live plants for them now. Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing to see? A blog friendship garden in Texas?

Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Keeper of Mamma's Flowers

I had the nicest compliment the other day from my nephew, Toni. He said, The farm is beginning to look like Grandma and Grandpa are here.

As it must happen to all of us, our parents die. That was a hard thing for me to accept because although I was getting older in my mind and heart Mom and Dad would always be what they had always been, loving, supportive, helpful and well, just there. It didn't happen that way.

My sisters and I rallied and supported them, not financially but emotionally and lovingly. As their needs increased we helped with everything from personal bookkeeping to personal care. We as a family traveled through a heart condition, a stroke and Alzheimer's. Both my parents would vocalize their sadness that they needed help and they shouldn't be such a burden. I simply answered, You cared for me for eighteen years this is nothing. Oh, but it was.

I know many of you have lost loved ones and cried because you could not do more to ease the way. I guess it's under the title of Shit Happens or Simply Life. You do what you can.

My parents are gone.

We live where they began. Honoring the land, honoring their wishes. Never was much of a gardener, not my passion. I was always a more hands on animal person but I've changed as we all did. We do what's needed to return the farm to Mom and Dad's time.

My sisters and I are here with family and we are the elder ones. Through tornadoes, ice storms, personal illnesses and family emergencies we still are here.

I look around and agree with Toni, even though there are tons of things left to be repaired, upgraded, cultivated, it's beginning to look like Mom and Dad are still here.

There is a peace here that I find no other place. We try to follow in our parents' foot steps but find it difficult for us.

I feel the joy they felt and see the treasure they saw in this beautiful valley. I know they are watching over us and proud of what we've accomplished by doing it their way.

I smile. I know Mamma is pleased that I am still tending her flowers.