21 posts tagged flowers
Marigold, Marigold, quite contrary.
RUDE. All of your friends are yellow, and here’s you, being all ORANGE when you bloom. That really puts a cockle shell in my pretty maids.
(Though, they’re still alive and the butterfly bush thing looks like it’s going to explode soon. This is notable. As is the fact that Ryan says, “cut the grass” and I say, “mow the lawn.” This appears to be a little-discussed horticultural regionality.)
I’m like Lady Bird Johnson (up in here, up in here.)
The thorny subject: the wild rose bush in the corner of the yard. He doesn’t like it because it gets unruly, grows over the fence, and isn’t disciplined like your orderly and sanitized Home Depot shrubberies that bear blooms with no smell.
This is the first outdoor space I’ve really had. First garage, first yard, first non-apartment, really. And so, I don’t mind the wild tangle of peachy blooms that got a very severe haircut yesterday. I don’t mind that it grows with no agenda. I don’t mind that it pops blossoms when it feels like it. And I don’t mind practicing the Hypocratic Oath of Horticulture: First, do no garden shears.
Save the wild rose bush. Won’t you join my cause? There might even be a secret handshake or lapel pins.
Okay, flowers too. Germany does pickles and flowers, quite well indeed.
Warm enough to ride in shorts, with enough evidence of the season that it makes you stop, roll back, and look again.
Tree flurries.
Monday morning in the mountains, Tuesday morning on a run.
Flakes for petals is a pretty good trade.
Sometimes you wait for spring.
Sometimes it’s waiting for you when you get home.
Tiny peek of sprung looking out.
Yellow flowers can do no wrong, and sunflowers. Girasole. When there’s acres and acres of them…
It earns a sunflower safari.
Name, worthy; looking like the sun, rays and all.
Gathered in a gaggle, an audience of flora.
And busy bees. Busy, busy bees.
Baby butterfly on a tiny fleur.
I’m a pupaerazzi.
“Dude, don’t call plants by their specific names, it’s very not rock and roll.”
Zach, Gilmore Girls, Season 3.
But seriously though. What is this? Like a dinosaur blossom or alien corsage or something?
