Tag: flowers

Snapshot #154

Look how pretty the flowers in my courtyard area are. I’m just beginning to decorate this spot, so I’m calling this one, “Not a Bad Start.”

Snapshot #150

These tiny little wildflowers are popping up in the yard across the road from Doright Manor. I call them, “Tiny Little Wildflowers Across the Road.”

Snapshot #147

I bought myself some flowers for Easter. This one should be called, “They Smell Even Prettier Than They Look.” 

Happy Easter, friends.

Snapshot #117

I have it on good authority that these charming little blossoms are celebrities, and apparently might be repelled by garlic and direct sunlight…. I couldn’t have come up with a better title than the one on its tag: “Calibrachoa Mini Famous, Vampire and Compact.”

Snapshot #113

This azalea was lurking in my own front yard. Let’s call it, “Pretty (Close) in Pink.”

Snapshot #100!

I’ve never claimed to be a professional photographer, roaming around with my trusty iPhone and snapping anything that catches my eye. Today’s snapshot, my 100th, is evidence of my lack of skills; however, I couldn’t resist asking this inscect if he’d “Bee My Only 1(00).”


He was really digging into this tasty flower, so he never answered. I took his silence as affirmation. 


Peace and pollen, people!

Flowers on the Edge

A glimpse of crimson
vibrant ribbon wrapped bouquet
teeters on the edge


In lieu of flowers
donations were requested
yet few guests complied


overspilling sprays
dwarfed my meager offering
but the dead don’t care

Strike While the Flower is Right

Three different times on Thursday I passed a garden area adjacent to the school at which I’m working. This garden featured the most gorgeous purple flowers. If I knew anything at all about plants I’m sure I’d be able to tell you their names, but I don’t, and I can’t.

Each time I walked by I thought to myself, “Those gorgeous flowers for which I have no name would make a perfect snapshot of the day on my blog,” but twice I didn’t have my camera with me and once my arms were loaded with testing materials.

Finally at the end of the day I found an opportunity to slip outside to take a photo of these breathtakingly beautiful plants. Alas, I was too late. Each of the blossoms lay wilted on the ground.

Now I have no idea what happened. Perhaps some group of ornery elementary students couldn’t help themselves and dashed the flowers to the ground. Maybe aliens were responsible for their demise, shooting death rays from the depths of space thinking to annihilate life on earth, but succeeding only in killing certain flowers. In that case we dodged a bullet, wouldn’t you agree? 

But maybe it was just that time in the flowers’ lives. They’d reached the pinnacle of their collective existence and then simultaneously expired depriving me of a lovely photograph and the world of their fragrant beauty. 

You know there’s a moral to this story, right? Stop and snap a photo of the unknown purple flowers. Gosh, that might just catch on.

Peace, people

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

This sweet home in my neighborhood has been on the market for several months.   
 I’ve never been inside the home, but the woman who lived here was lovely. She moved into Tallahassee to care for her three grandchildren after their mother, her daughter, passed away. 

Wouldn’t this gazebo be a cozy spot to sit with a good book on a fall afternoon?  
 
The large, well-tended yard has a variety of beautiful mature trees.  
  
There’s even a small garden plot in back as well as a storage shed. The lake isn’t visible in this photo, but it’s beyond the trees on the left. 
 When Miss Sandy lived there the yard always boasted a profusion of flowers in hanging baskets.

  
Now there are just the flowers in the trees. I’m not sure what this one is. It’s pink. That’s the extent of my knowledge.