There are certain people in my family of gardeners who just look at dirt and something marvelous grows.
So here's a bit of beauty from my cousin's garden; I hope it will brighten your Tuesday.
I'm sorta familiar with the up end of a camera so you'll see pictures here worth thousands of words without too too many words. I hope you'll be a frequent visitor and enjoy the treasures I've discovered along America's byways.
2 comments:
That it did, Lorna; fer shur.
Anne Johnson
Lovely! My Grandfather has a golden thumb, I swear it. He's the garden whisperer. He talks to his plants; the birds that frequent his garden (which is a paradise) adore his presence.
True gardeners like my Grandfather and your cousin are a rarity, and they make our world a better place.
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