This is a true story. Last Saturday night my husband and I went to a concert. On the walk from the parking lot to the concert area we passed a series of flowers. First sunflowers. Then crepe myrtle. I noticed them and talked about them. We took the picture above with the sunflowers. As […]
Source I had been loyal to nothing except the langauge of flowers. If I started lying about it, there would be nothing left in my life that was beautiful or true. The Language of Flowers Vanessa Diffenbaugh
This photo was taken near my last birthday at the Silver Spring farmers market. My BFF was buying me flowers. If you look closely you will see her in there. She’s a flower too. 🙂
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Source I just love geraniums. There is something so bunchy and hearty about them. And the red! It’s like big red hearts of love! Plus, my Mom always had them on our porch growing up.
I’m reading a New York times bestseller. It’s called The Language of Flowers and it’s a novel by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. In Victorian times the language of flowers was used to convey romantic expressions. For example, Acacia for secret love. This novel weaves flowers, foster care, friendship and love into an enchanting tale. I am halfway […]
Source Yes! How about you? I actually live in DC area near the famous Cherry Blossoms. Plan to see them this year!
Source Crocuses are an inside joke at our house. I once tried to teach my husband flower names. Every time I’d ask him to identify a flower he’d say “Crocus?” 🙂
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