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I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the error. ~Sara Stein, My Weeds, 1988
Today is Wednesday
I think this is the first day in weeks I have not spent at least a few hours taking pictures. It gets too hot too soon! 102 for today.
Fingers now scented with sage and rosemary, a kneeling gardener is lost in savory memories. ~Dr. SunWolf
I have a memory of rosemary several years ago, quite a few in fact. The stories are not intertwined in the memory, but every time I brush the plant in my garden, memories come flooding back.
Years ago, hubby and I drove to Fredericksburg on the bluebonnet trail. While walking about in a park in the city, I spotted a bush and wandered over to it. I didn't even know what it was, but determined I would have one.
It was the beginning of my love affair with rosemary. I have a plant of one sort or another since then.
In the midst of this writing, hubby came in and told me that the Lantana was full of butterflies. Well, what can I say? He watched the spectale while I took pictures. Probably of the same butterfly as yesterday.
Coffee. Garden. Coffee. Does a good morning need anything else? ~Betsy Cañas Garmon,
In less than 15 minutes, I had several lovely pictures. Not like a week ago when I was struggling to catch one!
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| This is the ubiquitous flower that has captured the butterflies |
