Driving by the color caught my eye. We turned around and drove back to photograph the garden and yard which stood out as the most colorful and blooming spot we had seen. Every single flower was fake. Stuck in the dirt.

Driving by the color caught my eye. We turned around and drove back to photograph the garden and yard which stood out as the most colorful and blooming spot we had seen. Every single flower was fake. Stuck in the dirt.
My mother will be inspired. She has done this on a much smaller scale.
Connie
a garden of delight and joy! i bet children love this. did she plan it? or start with just one and kept going, couldn’t stop – like a tattooed cook i saw in lawrenceville, sitting in the sunlight on a stoop, blooming in the monochromatic alley beside the cigarette butts and plastic pop can rings. What a practical dreamer this gardener is! i love it. thank you again dear ruth!
hope you are extra well and dreaming brightly!
How colorful! Only you would see such beauty in this sort of arrangement. Keep up the good work!
It comes to mind that if someone went to all this work–and expense–they might as well have planted the real things and watched them develop–just a thought as I’m a gardener not a decorator…
Dorothy
Dear Dorothy, I return to your comments and can hear your voice.
I miss you.
love
Ruth
I bet it is nice to look at in the winter all covered in snow!
Hi Ruth
your brother loves your artist side. Keep on shooting great pictures.
Love David
Dear David. Thank for looking at the blog and leaving me such a wonderful comment.
You are a good brother.
love
Ruth