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when you can grow your own?
Rosa 'Spice' and 'Belinda's Dream'
while i did support the floral industry for yesterday’s big event, i had to supplement the arrangement that arrived on our doorstep with a few of these fresh beauties from the garden. there… that’s better.
alstros, roses & panicum arrangement, finished sweater & cheddar beer mustard bread.
my sweetie was particularly lucky. not only did i make him cheddar-beer-mustard pull apart bread (which was good even for someone who can’t stand mustard…), but the sweater i’ve been knitting him on/off for the past three years is finally DONE!
i hope cupid was good to you. happy belated valentine’s day everyone, and happy bloom day.
i was determined to send out valentine’s this year, as christmas and the new year went by without us getting around to sending paper greetings for that joyous occasion. well, it’s happened again, and my chance to make and send cards of this recent garden photo, via the postal service, has passed…
pomegranate heart
a while back, i happened to receive a vintage german pop-up valentine from my mother-in-law, who knows i’m a sucker for those sorts of things. i think it’s from her father’s stash of paper goods, as he was a printer in detroit and also a sucker for those sorts of things. i took two photographs of the card out amongst the rosemary: one in the closed position, and the other open. i then placed it, via photoshop, in a vintage paper photography studio frame, also from the stash of detroit goods.
cupid, doves and forget-me-nots (closed)
cupid, doves and forget-me-nots (open)
happy valentine’s day everyone. may you all find little treasures to enjoy today.
a sweet valentine
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.
while conducting horticultural therapy yesterday in houston, i came across this lovely plant that whispered happy valentines day… and i knew just who to share it with:
Echeveria sp (?)
the staff wasn’t sure what exactly it was, as the entire flat was only labeled “succulent”, but i’m pretty sure it’s an echeveria of some sort. enjoy, my valentines!
