Nothing went quite right today. Nothing went really wrong, either- no major complaints. But here I am nearly at bedtime, and I don't have any picture from today. I decided I could use a spot of color myself, so went hunting for a summer garden flower.
This is a tiny hosta that my friend Ester gave me years ago. It spreads like wildfire- a good thing in my rotten soil. I love the bloom, as it is a darker purple than most hostas.
Each leaf is only about two inches long.
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It is nice sometime that you have nothing to do or think of coz by that time you may notice things that you didn't expect to see how nice or beautifuk they are. This is mean that you should always look at your back to know who you really are.
It is nice sometime that you have nothing to do or think of coz by that time you may notice things that you didn't expect to see how nice or beautifuk they are. This is mean that you should always look at your back to know who you really are.
The call of the trail is more to the wild side than the domestic? That is understandable. Isn't it?
A spot of color this morning is the very ticket, for when I look out the window I see too much white.
I've always liked hostas but never had much luck with them until I brought one here from Wade's house when we got married. I'm glad I'm not the only one who has neglected my flower beds. I just haven't had the interest in gardening the last couple years
dylann- I like this little flower, because it is easy to miss unless you pay attention.
Chuck- I think you have figured it out exactly
vanilla- I don't mind the white, but we are in between with not enough white to play in
Ann- yes that is my condition exactly.
I hate those kind of days, they're not bad, but they're not good. Intentionally looking for something beautiful was a great idea.
I understand the garden thing. I didn't plant a veggie garden this year so that all became a giant weed patch. And the rest of the garden looks quite raggedy too.
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