“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” 

I am greeted every morning by both dogs as if I’ve been away for the longest time. They go out, come in for their morning treats then they’re back out again. This morning I went out on the deck with them and was thrilled by the weather. It is another lovely day. The breeze is cooling. It is 73˚, and the day won’t get much warmer than 75˚.

I’m planting today. I bought the rest of my flowers, some herbs and some soil yesterday. They are all deck bound. I am determined to finish today. I’ve been moving the plants a few at a time to the deck from the front yard where I carried them from the car. Nala follows me. I’m wary. She is a known plant thief.

When I think about flowers, I think about my mother’s little garden. It was in a small fenced off plot in the yard below the kitchen windows. A statue of St. Francis with his hands out was a bird feeder. The garden was filled with flowers. I used to like to watch the birds from the kitchen window. My mother loved feeding the birds, but the only birds she attracted were giant crows and pigeons, country pigeons she called them. She used to put the feeders in the middle of the clothes line to keep the spawns of Satan away. That didn’t work. The spawns did a high wire act across the line and dined al fresco.

When I was a kid, I never noticed flowers, but I noticed everything else which grew. I ate grapes from the arbor across the street, pears from the house beyond the fence and small green apples which were sour and hard to bite into, but they made great ammunition in an apple fight. That’s when I learned to duck quickly as those little apples hurt when they pelted their target, me.

I know things. I know that bad eggs float. Good eggs drop to the bottom. I can pluck a chicken or a turkey or anything else with feathers. I can pee in a hole with amazing accuracy. I can bargain for as long as it takes, and I can eat unfamiliar dishes without asking what they are or gagging once I find out. I consider myself multi-talented.

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4 Comments on ““There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” ”

  1. Christer. Says:

    A bit on the chilly side until noon here today but I don’t think we reached 68F to be honest. I don’t mind to be honest, I would even have liked some rain to fall 🙂

    I’m more into bushes and trees now days and I do still have one rose to plant but I think I’ll check for flower seeds that I can sow this autumn so I don’t have to think about that next year 🙂 most annuals are great that way 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      We could use your rain. It is so dry now. My lawn is dying.

      The day stayed in the middle 70’s. It was a nice day all around. I even had to shut one window where there was a cold breeze.

      These plants are for the deck. There are big clay pots except for the wooden window boxes for my herbs. Perennials are so expensive I bought all annuals, but I love the variety I bought. Some have been planted but I have lots more to do.

      Have a great Sunday!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    You know it’s going to be a scorcher when the low temperature in the morning is 81°. My maternal grandfather had a green thumb. He could grow anything from making cuttings from another plant to just digging a flower bed and planting seeds. I on the other hand, I have a purple thumb. If it grows and I even attempt to water a plant, it will die. Thankfully, my talents lie elsewhere so I can overcome my killer abilities with plants and I can afford to hire people to care for them. I can’t remember the last time we actually had some rain. The next ten days have a couple of days with a minuscule chance of precipitation. Sadly, we haven’t even gotten to the driest and hottest month of the year in North Texas, August. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We never got out of the mid-70’s today. It was a delightful day. The breeze was even cool.

      Some members of my family do have gardens, a couple of veggie gardens but mostly flower gardens. One of my sister’s backyards has a wildflower garden she planted.

      My flowers usually last the whole summer, even the annuals in pots on the deck. I make sure to water the pots and the beds in front. That’s about as green as my thumb gets.

      We also desperately need rain. It has been a long while since the last rain. My grass is dying. It looks ugly on one aside. I think Tuesday is the next predicted rainy day.

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