Oh, I LOVE finding flowers growing on the remains of an old house or homestead! I love how the flowers live long after the house and occupants have gone, a reminder of their existence and the love they once share there! These are so beautiful!!! I hope you can get some to grow at your "old homestead". I hope you are doing well. I sent you a text a few days ago...the CARD was so beautiful! Thank you SO much!! You are a blessing to me (us)!!! Have a lovely weekend.
You had me with my finger on the button, from the moment I glimpsed that long stretch of road/sidewalk disappearing into the trees. Did I ever say I love Shel Silverstein and most of the GRANDS have requested those in their book-choose gifts? And that road WELL taken served a great bounty of color and beauty on such a lovely walk---What a festive surprise, and so evocative of our glads all through my childhood. When we bought this house in 1997, the yard was barren, save for quite a few trees (one the Purple Ribbon eighty-footer right outside our back door), and not a flower in sight. When I started tilling the very evident beds to sow seeds, I reached a barrier of plastic netting in every one, laid down several inches under to foil any plant life, in or out. We spent Spring after spring unearthing the stuff, and our hostas flourished.
But right outside the beds in the exact same three spots, one in the front yard and two in the back, a faithful clump of tulips surface every year, red and yellow, less than a dozen in all, and I welcome the survivors home every time with a cheery greeting and compliments on their sturdy persistence and unflagging will. We DID learn from the former owner at our housewarming after we got our house all arranged and so many of our lovely things set out, the art hung and tables draped, that she just "Couldn't stand" things on surfaces or hung on walls. We had marveled that the dry-wallers had done a splendid job---not a nail hole in a single wall, and I definitely HAD wondered that every single bless-ed light fixture in the house was a flat pane of glass into the ceiling, with a bulb behind it. She was definitely one of those "Well, if YOU like it . .." guests, and never invited again.
So YOUR previous dwellers on that serendipitous walk WERE of the more beauty-conscious sort, with such a riot of Glads to romp across the fields in welcome, signaling their tenancy with their gay array. I LOVE thinking that, and comparing that to our sere, flat house (Now a riotous flamboyance of pinks and florals and bright lights (I FINALLY got my chandelier in the sitting room last week!!--I just go out into the yard and stand in the evening, with it sparkling across the room, and the pink Memory Tree twinkling in the window in a blaze of PINKKK). Happy weekend, and Happy Cusp of September!!
Oh, I LOVE finding flowers growing on the remains of an old house or homestead! I love how the flowers live long after the house and occupants have gone, a reminder of their existence and the love they once share there! These are so beautiful!!! I hope you can get some to grow at your "old homestead". I hope you are doing well. I sent you a text a few days ago...the CARD was so beautiful! Thank you SO much!! You are a blessing to me (us)!!! Have a lovely weekend.
ReplyDeleteThose glad have certainly outlived the residence. I love the color.
ReplyDeleteYou had me with my finger on the button, from the moment I glimpsed that long stretch of road/sidewalk disappearing into the trees. Did I ever say I love Shel Silverstein and most of the GRANDS have requested those in their book-choose gifts? And that road WELL taken served a great bounty of color and beauty on such a lovely walk---What a festive surprise, and so evocative of our glads all through my childhood.
ReplyDeleteWhen we bought this house in 1997, the yard was barren, save for quite a few trees (one the Purple Ribbon eighty-footer right outside our back door), and not a flower in sight. When I started tilling the very evident beds to sow seeds, I reached a barrier of plastic netting in every one, laid down several inches under to foil any plant life, in or out. We spent Spring after spring unearthing the stuff, and our hostas flourished.
But right outside the beds in the exact same three spots, one in the front yard and two in the back, a faithful clump of tulips surface every year, red and yellow, less than a dozen in all, and I welcome the survivors home every time with a cheery greeting and compliments on their sturdy persistence and unflagging will. We DID learn from the former owner at our housewarming after we got our house all arranged and so many of our lovely things set out, the art hung and tables draped, that she just "Couldn't stand" things on surfaces or hung on walls. We had marveled that the dry-wallers had done a splendid job---not a nail hole in a single wall, and I definitely HAD wondered that every single bless-ed light fixture in the house was a flat pane of glass into the ceiling, with a bulb behind it. She was definitely one of those "Well, if YOU like it . .." guests, and never invited again.
So YOUR previous dwellers on that serendipitous walk WERE of the more beauty-conscious sort, with such a riot of Glads to romp across the fields in welcome, signaling their tenancy with their gay array. I LOVE thinking that, and comparing that to our sere, flat house (Now a riotous flamboyance of pinks and florals and bright lights (I FINALLY got my chandelier in the sitting room last week!!--I just go out into the yard and stand in the evening, with it sparkling across the room, and the pink Memory Tree twinkling in the window in a blaze of PINKKK). Happy weekend, and Happy Cusp of September!!