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I call it my dirt therapy.
Now, I am certainly no gardener and haven't a green appendage on my body, but I do like planting flowers in my window boxes. Lazy gardening, I guess.
I can stand to plant them and other than dead-heading them every few days and ensuring they have water (which hubby helps with) they really are maintenance free.
The rewards pay off about this time of year when everything is in full bloom and my beds are bursting with color.
This is what greets me each day as I enter or leave my house.
They just scream happy hellos to me.
As you can see from the plants below the boxes, my theme of low-maintenance continues. I literally do nothing to those poor plants, other than maybe remove last year's shells before the new plants bud forth.
My love of flowers comes from my Grandma McGuffin. She had beautiful displays that lined her driveway and sidewalk. So many fond memories I have of us sitting at her kitchen table looking over her daylilies and watching the birds feed. Like my sweet hubby, Grandpa helped her care for them. She's been gone several years but her flowers still continue to bloom and every season I go and cut a bunch to enjoy.
If I had the time and ability, I would have a yard full of flowers, each one strategically planted so that when one season ended, a new batch would pop from the earth. And every few days I'd replace fresh cuts of flowers in vases throughout the house.
Instead, I'll settle for my pretty window boxes and a beautiful fake arrangement that adorns my table, scattered in with the occasional flowers that might find their way home for a vase.
And in case you're thinking of nudging hubby he ought to send me some, don't bother. He knows I'd rather he stop on the roadside and pluck up something wild than pay for flowers that'll fade in a few days anyway.
My favorites are daffodils and dandelions because that is what the boys picked me when they were little. What's your favorite flower and why?
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