My lovely bloggy friend Sarah of Modern Country Style is hosting an English Garden Party today. She can do that because she actually lives in England! The Cotswolds, no less. I’m sure to her it seems quite normal, but to me it seems so romantic! She has a real English garden; that’s it on her party button.
I have a typical American yard, but I do not have a green thumb. Every year I set out a few baskets of annuals, and that’s about it. However, I did some looking through my photos and found some shots of flowers and such to give us a little visual relief from this winter weather. Enjoy!
Around here one of the first harbingers of spring is forsythia. Our red house had a large back yard that was surrounded on two sides with huge forsythia bushes. It was quite spectacular when they were all in bloom, but of course I don’t seem to have a photo of that.
Here are my boys in that house with our forsythia Easter tree, 2003.
Pinkerbelle at the apple orchard, 2003.
And here she is with a pot of flowers from my brother’s rehearsal dinner, 2006. Classic P.
House #10 had two of these spring-blooming trees in the front yard.
In our current house: first leaf buds on the little maple tree in our front yard,
baskets newly hung on the porch,
and (later in the summer) my grandmother’s ice-cream parlor chair turned planter.
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing!
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.
from “The First Spring Day” by Christina Rossetti