…is blooming in my garden now. What a sweet sweet flower with its heart shaped blossoms hanging delicately from it’s willowy stems.
Cigar man and I
worked played in the garden today. For garden work is play.
Early this morning, we headed to the cow manure store. (So romantic!) On the way back, we were to stop at a nearby flower stand to pick out our plantings. When I noticed we were passing it by, I asked, “Weren’t we going to stop at the flower stand?”
Cigar man: “Well, cigar man has to pick up cigars first.”
(Hmmm…he’s been reading my blog. J)
“No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth,
no culture comparable to that of the garden ...
But though an old man, I am but a young gardener.”
~ Thomas Jefferson, Garden Book, 1811
Linking to My favorite things Saturday.