during my bed rest (three darn months) I got a delivery of flowers & an amazing letter from my graduating class of 1988. The letter included blew my mind so much, that I didn’t want to lose the flowers. After a two days, i took the roses from the bouquet to dry them. I am…
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he holds my flowers
i took my ridiculous, but necessary, walker outside to see my gardens. I’d been outside only one other time since June 24th & saw that without my attention, things went to crap. kinda like my hip bones. however, today was a small victory. I cut my own flowers, that means my bones have knitted themselves…
stars in my eyes
birmingham botanical gardens. by Maggie
a thousand suns
Birmingham Botanical Gardens this past spring. photo by Maggie
blue butterflies on glass
the reason Hydrangeas are my favorite flowers is because the individual blossoms, that make one large ball, look like butterflies. sweet as butterfly kisses.
overcast light
for this old blossom still holding it’s color. a gift from Suzanne’s garden.
Birmingham Botanical Gardens
photography by Maggie
battered backyard beauty
others may say it is flawed. i planted it myself & when i cut the roses to bring inside, they outshine any other. because it is mine.
this opening peony looks like a goose tush
shake those tail feathers. peonies remind me of childhood & my mother. my mother loved those peonies way back in the 1970s. i loved them because she did. i am 8 years old & sitting on cold, dark green grass, the taste of the blades so sweet at first, then tasting of old gum. doesn’t…
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