One of my favorite times of the year...
Flower Planting time.
Shopping for new varieties.. coming home and designing where they will be.. and then mixing the soil and feeding each flower -- for growth -- is just too exciting.
I love to get my hands in the rich soil.
I love to take my time with each flower.
This year while planting... I realized what good Therapy it is for my soul.
The nurturing throughout the year.
And "creating" a lovely and peaceful place that we love to sit and relax during summer evenings is therapeutic.
Every year I buy a lot of Petunia's.. but this year I decided to change things up and buy new Flowers that I haven't tried out before.
I looked through my Great Grandma's journals and found some Varieties that she loved:
Great Grandma Mary always wrote about Dahlias.
I found and planted some beautiful Red and Yellow ones in honor of her.
While I planted.. I thought a lot about her and my Dad.
I am so grateful their love of yard work and gardening has been passed on to me.
Until we are able to design and landscape our backyard to how we would like...
I take great pleasure in being surrounded by my container gardens on my deck.
I love finding Antique or Vintage pieces each year -- to use for my containers.
This is my tiny attempt at a Vegetable garden this year.
A cherry tomato and a Celebrity tomato.
I found this small cute white stand this year at a garage sale for $5.00..
My old weathered wood table is still enduring another year!
I just love it!
The old white refrigerator enamel drawer on my Deck bench was Chad's grandmothers.
Our beautiful view from our deck
The Flowers are ALL planted for the year.
41 Flower Containers filled in the front and backyard.
I am in LOVE.
Today I am Grateful for:
Chad let's me buy so many flowers every year!
Tender Mercies when Trials are abundant.
Heavenly Father is always showing me he is aware of me and loves me!
She is one of my Very Best Friends.
While I hate for her to grow up to quickly .. I also look forward to it.
She is inspiring, good and such a wise soul.
I cherish each one. Old and new.
Great Aunt Jeannine.. that always seems to know when to call.. or show up at my door --
just when I need her. That woman is close to the spirit.
I hope when I grow up.. I can be just like her.