From my containers on the past Saturday morning... Before the present ongoing Arctic blast arrived!
Is it any wonder that I LOVE these little stalwarts of the cold weather garden? And here on this day I couldn't exactly tell who was vying for my attention and delight more: the flower's blossoms or the tree's fallen leaves! Enjoy!
I was born on a bitterly cold end of January night in the year 1961. It was seven years to the day after the birth of Oprah Winfrey, and one year before the death of Robert Frost on that same day. Cool associations both.
I was the first child of older parents (my mother was 42). I love the color yellow. I am single, and fascinated with life.