Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Friday, May 2, 2014

Because I can't help it.

I'm sorry, but I can't help it. It's in my DNA. I love my flowers. So I take pictures of them. And then of course I just have to post them for you to see. Sorry not sorry. 

Here are some pictures of what is happening in my yard/garden as of this beautiful afternoon:

Sweet little Forget-me-nots. 

Happy Shasta Daisies. 

THIS GORGEOUS KWANZAN CHERRY TREE!!!

My majestic Japanese maple. 

My raspberry plant! Yum!

And look at this darling little tomato plant. He's so cute. 

Sunshiny Ranunculus. And petunias. 

A happy dog. 

Pretty pink phlox. 

And even though this wasn't in my yard, here's Kennedy. Because she's adorable in her soccer uniform. With her cute little belly she always pokes out. 

Yay for spring! And flowers! And soccer! And blogging!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

More backyard fun

In case there was any question on the matter, not that there would be, I will now clarify it for you: I am a bit of a nerd. I know you're probably shocked at my assessment. However, I have learned to accept it and, with time, hopefully you will be able to as well.

Why am I a nerd? I am borderline [completely] obsessed with the numerous varieties of flora adorning my back yard. And front yard. Whenever I discover there is a new blossom or a new green growth or whatnot, I call my mother (because Justin has a hard time pretending to care) and squeal with excitement at my discoveries. And I will now share them with you.

This is my Kwanzan Flowering Cherry.


I mean just LOOK at these babies!!! Oh my gosh I think I'm in love.


And yes, you've seen this before. But not like THIS. My Japanese maple. Fully leafed and proud of it.

Ok and yes. You've seen this before, too. BUT not close up. And it's just so adorable that it makes the front page of my blog twice this spring. (The Aubretia growing on my waterfall.)


And my most recent discovery made me squeal in a mousey-like voice saying "OH MY GOSH THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!!!"

I think they are crocuses. They're a bit taller than ones I have seen, but I can't think of what else they would be. Any thoughts?

All I know is that if I wasn't completely in love before, I sure as hell am, now.


And if that isn't enough excitement for one day, here's more. Kennedy is learning how to roller blade. My sweet grandmother let Kennedy take a pair home from her house and so we went out yesterday and she tried them out. She had a blast.

It's finally been warm enough outside to actually enjoy it! I love springtime.

p.s. I have a whole bunch of Kennedyisms ready to come your way. If the laundry fairy comes to my house maybe I'll have time to do it this weekend. Oh- the laundry fairy had better call the bathroom fairy and the floor-cleaning fairy, too. Hm...

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Mine.

Owning a house is cool. This is why:

- If you feel like knocking down a wall you can totally do it.

- You are no longer "throwing" money away into the endless black hole called "rent."

- You can say "come over to my house" and really mean it (as opposed to "come over to the duplex I am currently residing in which I do not own but for which I pay rent to the lady up the street")

- You have a yard for your dog(s). And kid(s).

- You don't have neighbors above you so you don't have to be annoyed at 1 in the morning when they're having a party and they're stomping around and you're trying to go to sleep but you can't because there are people dropping bowling balls above your bed (at least that's what it sounds like).

- You don't have neighbors below you. So you can stomp all you want. And drop bowling balls.

- All of the outside walls are yours. They are not shared with anybody. So you can run, scream and yell as loud as you want. Which we do often.

- Paint. Any wall. Any color.

Last but not least:

- You have your very own garden.

A cool thing about moving into a previously owned home is discovering the cool (or not-so-cool) stuff they have planted. I have been anxiously awaiting the flora to awaken, this spring. And it has not disappointed. For the most part. I knew that the previous owners had lived here for a few years and had let everything die (including all the grass in the backyard- but that will be another post), because they were lazy or something, so I wasn't expecting much.

First, here's a pic of the backyard (in March):


Yes, I have my own garden shed. It is pretty much the most awesome thing ever. It comes fully equipped with a sink.

And no, your eyes doth not deceive you, my friends. That is a pond. With a rock waterfall.


Full of 3-4 years worth of nasty decaying leaves and other smelly crap. HOWEVER. After spending roughly 4-5 hours raking the leaves out, dumping buckets full of water out and nearly gagging and passing out from the stench, I can see the potential. And right now there are some freaking beautiful flowers growing on it. (Aubretia)

It makes me happy. Soon we will have it all cleaned out and running. And perhaps allow some fish to live in it. If they're lucky.

I have also found other things in the backyard which please me.

Flowering plum (non-fruiting):
(ignore the ugly fence and blue a/c thingy.)

And there's also a tree next to the pond that isn't quite blossoming yet- and I think it's a Redbud. Happiness abound.

And I THINK this one is a pear tree. Although I'm hoping it's a peach. I'll find out in a few months, I suppose. What sucks is that it requires lots of pruning (since it has been so neglected. poor baby).

But my most recent discovery is this:

A ginormous Japanese Maple. I'm in love.

And because she's so cute, here's a picture of Little Miss K.

...who also loves having a backyard. Today she was "digging holes" for the potato bugs and nice ants to live in. She's so thoughtful.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Lemme her an "Awwww"

As a woman, I am apt to complain. My boobs are too small. My butt is elephantine. I work too much. I'm hungry. I'm too short. My nose looks like that of a Greek God. Not in a good way. I have cottage cheese thighs. I don't earn enough money. My husband never gives me flowers. (Never = roughly once a year. Usually accompanied by an apology or on a holiday.)

Now I have one less thing to complain about. I got flowers. But this time, no holiday. No apology. In fact, no need for an apology. So why would he feel the need to buy me some beautiful flowers?


He missed me while I was in Denver. Awwwww.....

Friday, August 8, 2008

I win!

At my work, each Monday they have a new, elaborate, stunning bouquet of flowers on display for all the clients to admire as they come in. At the end of the week, each Friday, we have a "flower drawing" so that someone can take the flowers home, since they would just get thrown away over the weekend (it would be like murder, seriously). Well, on a scale from 1 to 10 on how lucky I am, I'd rate myself at a 2. In the whole 8 months that I've been there, with them drawing names EVERY Friday, I have never had my name pulled to win these flowers. And yes, many people have won multiple times.

Today was my lucky day. Aren't they beautiful? And they smell divine.
I'm bumping my luck up to a 4.