I didn’t hear the doorbell ring or the knocker on the front door but look what was left on my doorstep.
I found a beautiful bouquet from my neighbor’s garden.
A sweet note attached to the glass milk bottle.
Thank you Marion. A lovely way to start this sad day of remembrance and memories.
Your flowers are absolutely gorgeous.
The first photo a rose bouquet I purchased from the Winterfeldplatz Market. The other roses seen while walking.
Rose season in full bloom.
At all stages of blossoming, they are lovely to see. When I went to find rose quotations to accompany the photos there were over three hundred to choose from including the mention of thorns, of course.
Decided on a single most well known quotation spoken by Juliet but I’m sure more thoughts on roses will come to your own mind.
(And on a side note Kiez Eis https://kiezeis.de/ on Winterfeld Strasse is featuring Rosewasser Ice Cream in addition to the rhubarb and asparagus flavors I’ve mentioned recently.)
“WHAT’S IN A NAME? THAT WHICH WE CALL A ROSE, BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD SMELL AS SWEET.”
Juliet– William Shakespeare
They must be seeking light.
“Bleeding-heart, perennial herbaceous plants of the Papaveraceae family, including: Lamprocapnos spectabilis (formerly Dicentra spectabilis)”
Flower meanings Bleeding Heart
A Six Word Saturday
The nice thing about white flowers is they can be seen even at dusk.
Lady Slippers, cypripedium reginae, are rare these days. These were seen in the woods at Fallingwater in the Laurel Highlands while on a Landscape Hike with the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy on Members’s Day. I was invited to be a guest of Erika’s Uncle Larry, who is an enthusiastic environmentalist, and shared a wonderful day at the Barn at Fallingwater with his family.
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cypripedium_reginae)
https://waterlandlife.org/fallingwater/
Highland Park. Easter Sunday.
Eastern Redbud tree. It was a beautiful day today before the downpour of rain arrived Saturday night. Just look at that blue sky.
A friend planted the Redbud in my backyard as a memorial to my parents after they’d passed. Thanks, Ginny.
It was my parents favorite type of tree. The way the pink blossoms emerge along the entire branch makes it a stand out amongst the flowering trees.
Bowling Ball Garden in Brookline. Hopeful for Spring.
This was shot two weeks ago but I wanted to post this bowling ball garden in a Pittsburgh neighborhood- Brookline. Thanks to Donna for finding it for me.
