I planted this in my garden, when I moved into my house, about five years ago. I’ve lost parts of it, but it stubbornly remains rooted to it’s favorite spot. I remember to rub it’s softness & compliment its resiliency to survive far longer then I ever dreamed it capable of. It proves you can…
frost kissed, “he loves me, he loves me not” petal-less flowers in my flower garden.
I grew up in Vermont. My parents will tell you it was six months of winter. I remember it as, “this is life & what else is there?” My parents had lived in other places & disliked the length of Vermont winters. When my mother was feeling blue from winter, she would take us to…
among other things. All of this was left on the table used during the summer. I thought it an interesting still life.
bathed in sunlight
antiques shine on the holidays
Doesn’t she look fabulous? Love the shoes