And I keep my promises. These grow at the end of my alley, and I’m tempted to dig some up, divide them, and plant some in my yard, but I don’t know the people who they belong to, and truth be told (though most don’t believe me), I’m rather shy. Perhaps a midnight caper is in order…
Lafayette, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?” — Oscar Wilde
Daily gratitudes:
Outlander
Small steps to recover the garden
A visit from Kelsea
Letting the cashier at Walmart rant because people are rude
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May 17, 2015 at 8:32 pm
So Does That Mean I'm Southern
I wish I could send you some of mine. Lovely
May 19, 2015 at 8:30 am
Maureen @ Josephina Ballerina
You could talk some of them into following you home. OR, you could ask your neighbor if you could have some! Betcha he/she would say yes. Gardeners tend to be a generous lot.
xo, m & jb who is still doing The Wiggle Dance (as we call it here) for MM
May 19, 2015 at 5:32 pm
dorannrule
Gorgeous! I understand your temptation.