Words and pictures from the author of the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries
That first little blue flower (whatever it is) looks like what was growing in my front bed. We didn't plant it, so I assume a bird dropped it there. I liked it, but hubby didn't, because it tried to take over the bed. He pulled and pulled over the years and now I don't see anymore. My potted Vinca also managed to end up in that bed and he pulled them up also. I ended up transplanting some to the backyard, by the pool deck and he managed to pulled up some of those and now all I have is the white. I miss the pink and purple! Too bad I can't pull up some of the sago palms he planted. I'm NOT fond of those!
What? A boat in your garden??:-)
Perfect color for your accent. Is that a bush hog John is driving? So many stories in these photos . I feel privileged to have them shared with me. Thank you.
MS. A -- the blue flower is (technically) a weed. It's called a Dayflower. Your husband sounds dangerous.Yes, Therese, a sailboat is lurking behind our barn. It hasn't been used in a very long while -- it's a long drive to the nearest lake.Jim, it's a sickle bar mower -- which functions like a bush hog, I guess. We have a bush hog tractor attachment -- but that slope is too steep for a tractor. John is trying to mow down the various weeds that the cows won't eat to make room for more grass to grow -- so the cows can eat that.
Blues only in the literal sense if the word.
And of course there's the blue blue sky on hot summer days! These were sweet blues, different shades. I wonder if we might have emotions matching the different shades of blue; indigo, baby blue, sky blue, cobalt etc. I'll have to test it the next time I'm feeling that way.
This is a fun series! I like the blues tying all the photos together. :)
No, hubby isn't dangerous, he's pretty mild, just doesn't care for wandering vegetation. LOL!
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