April 14, 2015
I love spring, and I love flowers. Growing up, our yard was choc’ full of roses, flowering bushes, flowering trees, flowers, flowers, flowers. The lady who had built the house with her husband in the 1930’s became a good friend of ours, and she would show us around the yard naming variety after variety that she had carefully planted and tended for decades.
I always loved taking a big ol’ basket and some scissors and going around the yard picking and then arranging vases full of the beauties and setting them around the house. Unfortunately, I don’t do a whole lot of that these days. For one thing, our little bungalow doesn’t have many flowers. I’m working on it, but it takes a while to grow a yard full of flowers. And second, I just don’t really take the time.
Well, until a couple weeks ago. On Easter, mom asked me to go around the yard to pick some flowers for the table. ‘Twas glorious. Glorious to pick handfuls of flowers and still have plenty left.
A couple days later, I visited Lowes and loaded my cart with flowers and plants for the porch. Because, while I love and plant perennials, they just take too long to get established sometimes. A bungalow porch needs some annuals and geraniums and ferns, even though they won’t last until next year.
And then I visited Lowes again because I needed some of the hyacinths that filled the room with their smell. And fill the room they did. I did everything with those hyacinths while they lasted. I took them to work, I took them back home. I put them in the library, then the dining room. I included them in most of my Etsy shop photos that week. *sigh* They just smell so doggone good. Christy came over at that time and just held the pot of hyacinths and declared she wasn’t going to put them down.
But the hyacinths died, and I wasn’t at my parents’ to pick their great bounty of flowers. So, one night as The Man and I were out walking, I sneaked through the alley behind our neighbor’s house and grabbed a couple branches of lilacs.
She’s a nice lady, I’m sure she didn’t mind.
They smell just as good as the hyacinths.
And a girl’s gotta have her flowers, after all.
April 10, 2015
Yesterday, I was on my way home from work. It had been cloudy earlier, but the sun was shining then, and the sky was SO BLUE, and the clouds were SO FLUFFY! It was beautimous. I had to stop and traipse through a field in high heels just to capture the moment.
That evening, The Man and I were going to go for a walk. We set out and made it about 1/2 block, but the wind was, well, it was Kansas wind. And it was a bit nippy, so I wimped out and said, “Let’s go for a drive in the country.” So we did.
Now, one might think, “Ack! Gas is so expensive! You can’t just drive aimlessly around for an hour. What a waste!” Well, we did, and it wasn’t. We drove and looked and talked and talked and talked. We drove until it was too dark to see anything. And, I figure that we spent about $5.00 in gas. Tell me a cheaper date than that.
People (including My Man) knock Kansas. Sure, it isn’t as impressive as other places, but when you have a chance to stop by the side of the road for beautiful sky pictures or to take a pointless drive in the country, you realize, “Eh, not such a bad place after all.”
April 8, 2015