3 posts tagged “flowers”

Just a few shots of what's going on in our little corner of suburbia:

Flowers

These little guys are growing quite nicely at the foot of the deck.

Stairway Garden

As are these, by the stairs that lead into the yard.

Garden Flag 2

The neighbors put that flag up as a surprise on Lee's 40th birthday, and I love the way it looks with the flowers. And no, that Scotch Broom isn't the one I got for my mother ... but I fell so in love with it we ended up getting our own too.

Front Yard

The front of the house.

Veggie Box Beginnings

The beginnings of what will be a vegetable garden. And as you can see, the other neighbor has put in a second pigeon coop. He hasn't put any pigeons in it yet, so I'm not sure if he plans to move the ones he has or get more. I really like having the little guys here ... but it would be nice if they didn't poop so much.

Nuts

That's the peanuts that are growing in the yard. Yeah, you heard that right. Caroline feeds the neighborhood squirrels all the time, and it seems they've been burying the extras. Weird, huh? We're going to replant them to see what happens ... just call us the Carters.

Happy Sunday!

Show us one of your plants.

Well, actually this one will be my mom's as of tomorrow ... it is one of her Mother's Day gifts. But I love the colors in this Scotch Broom, and want to go back and get one for me!

Scotch Broom

Scotch Broom

Scotch Broom

This little story illustrates why I not only want, but NEED to stay home and write full time.

A co-worker's husband has recently gone haywire on sending her goodies from Flowers.Com. I think it's adorably sweet, but at the same time if the boyfriend sent me four bouquets in a week I'd probably wonder what the heck he was up to.

Anyway, it just so happens that this lady's workspace is right next to the office of another gal who happens to be allergic to everything, including pollen. Since I supervise the lady who was receiving all the flowers, Allergic Girl went to her boss and asked her to ask me to ask Flower Lady to stop getting polleny gifts. Um ... yeah.

So poor Flower Lady dispersed her goodies among those of us in the office who work farther away from Allergic Girl, so their beauty wouldn't go to waste. She didn't want to take them home because she was afraid her cat would eat them. I ended up with a gorgeous vase of lilies in my office. It felt kinda sleazy and mean to be rewarded for telling her that her gift-happy hubby had to chill on the flowers by getting a bunch of them in my own office. But what could I do?

Anyway, they're beautiful. Or they were, before I was out for the weekend and then on two work-at-home days. I forgot to water the flowers Friday before I left. I also forgot to ask someone if they'd mind doing it for me while I was gone, or to think about taking them home. I'm a twit like that.

So I returned to some very sad, droopy lilies that had absolutely nothing to drink. Not only that, but my office smells like a funeral home. I tried to do a fast save and get some water into them, hoping they'd perk up. As much as the funeral home thingie is sort of making my nose twitch, I don't want to waste them. In the process of my floral emergency rescue, I succeeded in getting yellow pollen all over myself. If this stuff was blue, I'd look like a Smurf. Instead, my hands probably look more like those of a jaundiced drunk right now, and my shirt is covered with yellow specks that I can't get off. I think I might have some on the tip of my nose, too, because of course I'm dumb enough to SNIFF the flowers even though my entire office smells like them. I'll spend today wearing a jacket over my shirt, even though it's hot as heck in my office. I can't be going to meetings all yellow, and I don't have time to go home and change.

If I were a work-at-home freelance writer, I:

- wouldn't have to deal with awkward management issues involving overaffectionate hubbies and sneezy people

- if I had flowers in my office, they would be in my HOME office, and would therefore be noticed and watered. Or a ferret or cat would eat them and put them out of their misery. Whatever.

- My workspace wouldn't smell like a funeral home.

- I wouldn't be yellow, or at least if I was yellow no one else would have to know.

I'm a pollen-covered flower killer and a menace to myself. Help me.