Isn’t it fun to receive a happy surprise in your mailbox? My DIL’s mother created this fancy flowerpot card on her Cricut machine. Thanks, Marlene. You slide up the flowers and there’s a message written on the base. She actually made an accompanying easel to hold the card but I took the photo prior to discovering it in the envelope. It was sweet of her to remember me on Mother’s Day. We share four grandchildren.
And the Best Mom figurine? A treasured gift from years ago. ❤️
The items set up just above my kitchen sink.
Tulips in a glass vase or pitcher in the front hall. They add color and warmth to the winter’s gray.
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
Last night a friend brought over some fragrant fresh basil from the garden.
I felt inspired.
The recipe I used called for
2 c fresh basil leaves 1/3 c pine nuts 1/2 c Romano or parmesan cheese 1/2 c olive oil 3 cloves of garlic. Another friend’s flowers from her garden.
Such generous friends.
It might be time for new red and white checkered table cloth. I hemmed this fabric in 1974 and the red has faded to almost pink.
Even if it rains, the front porch offers shelter and a wonderful place to watch the downpour.