As the Garden Grows

This summer's garden, and I am talking about my flower garden here, has been wonderful. The flowers have been lovely. The spring showcased beautiful columbine of many colors. The "blue flags" that came from Grandma's back step and originally her mother's farm, were impeccable miniature iris. The rhizomes are increasing and spreading so that in a few more years I will have plenty to share with my sister when they move back to Nebraska. Grandma would be more than pleased to know that these small beauties are still being enjoyed and shared. (Miss you Grandma!XO)
Our pond frogs were busy and created a tadpole or two of their own this year! We have spied them in the pond and are excited to have their progress to observe. The goldfish are growing. Most are atleast 5 inches now and it is very calming to sit by the pond and watch them swimming without a care in the world. They know our shadow and congregate near it when ready to be fed.
The daylilies have begun their summer show. The yellow Stella de Oro Daylily put on quite group of blooms and will again later as I have deadheaded them recently. There are some large wine-black blooms and some golden orange showing off now. The blossoms are so full and strong that when their time is gone and they are spent, it is ...sad.
Tim and I went for a Sunday ride and came home with a small metal sculpture to add to the garden. We now have a variety of items along the small path leading to the roses. I love the little bird perched atop the tower.
Tim's garden is also doing quite well this year. We have been enjoying new potatoes, green beans, and beets. The asparagus is long done now (sigh) and the strawberries that we did not immediately devour are packed in bags in the freezer just waiting to top homemade angel food. Our rasberries may not offer much but our daughter's are loaded so there will be more than a few she will want to share. The apples and grapes look good, the pears fell off-aw well maybe next year for the pears. Can't have everything.

"The best things in life are nearest Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life." Robert Louis Stevenson »

My Heart

My first child, my daughter, my beauty, was born 28 years ago today. How can this be? 28, twenty-eight, XXVIII, years have flown by me. Flown so fast that it makes me dizzy when I think of it.
Today she is a young woman with babies of her own. Knowing for herself the love that a mother feels for her child, does she know now the love I feel for her?
The memories I have of this child can bring joy to my heart so strong that my breath catches in my chest.
Happy Birthday my first born, my daughter, my heart.