A beautiful day in the neighborhood.....

A few weeks ago, the weather had been so bad. It had been cloudy all day and as the sun was setting it came out. I went out on the deck to take a picture because I was so excited that it was red and that meant we would have a rain-free day for the next day.

Today was a gorgeous day, but cool. My husband's brother took my husband to Durham today for a treatment for his MS. While they were gone, I decided to try to get out and get some pictures. This yellowbell bush is right outside the bedroom window and I see it every morning when I raise the shade. This bush was planted back in the 1930's when this house was built.

A dear friend of mine moved back to NY when her husband died and she gave me these buttercups. They surround a trailing rose bush. I love crocus! They will pop up through snow and when you see them, you know Spring is not far away. We have two boxes of pansies planted on the deck where we can enjoy them by looking out our bay window in the kitchen. These are one of my favorite flowers. My grandmother loved flowers and had a beautiful rose garden and always planted pansies across the front of her house. I like to pick these and put in a small vase on the kitchen cabinet. These smell so good.

Hope you enjoyed my flowers.

♥Love ♥,

Marie

Color-Coded Therapy

I wanted to share my husband's joy of working with his flowers. At the time of this newspaper article, we were married 33 years and this August made 48 years for us. I was in bed with my back for a year before I had my surgery. I was in so much pain and really did not want to live. One Saturday morning my husband went shopping and came back with flower boxes, dirt, and flowers and began to fix boxes around the deck. I thought to myself, why are you doing this because I probably will not be alive. As the flowers grew and he got me up into a chair in the den, the beauty that I was seeing through the kitchen bay window was unbelievable. His joy of growing the flowers for me made me want to make it. He has continued this ritual every year. Of course when he became unable to walk last year, he has not been able to do as many boxes and have as many flowers in the yard. He still gets on his scooter and goes out and waters and takes care of all he planted.