My Cup Runneth Over and My Bucket, Too

I was over for a visit with my Mama yesterday and I came home with a bucket full of various trees, bulbs, and flower slips.

This is nothing new to me this is mostly how I garden. I'm not overly educated in horticulture; I tend to keep try this or that until I get a nice result or something that appeals to me.

For some folks, I know this is a highly disturbing way to garden. I do read post and look at a lot of gardening magazines and I do try and buy but usually I come right back to my usual method.

I receive more joy and knowledge walking around with Mama than I could ever gather from a book. My Mama is simply beauty at it's best. Although if I were to try and take a picture of her for this post or really any other reason she would surely be balking. With a cup of coffee in hand she can walk around and name every tree, shrub, and bloom there is and tell you the bird that belongs to the song that is floating on the breeze. 

but...

I bet you're really wondering what in my bucket...right?

Well, there's two holly trees that I've been begging to be saved for me, two black walnut tree's( I have no idea where I can put them I already have a few scattered around),  some bulbs that a lady from Mama's church shared with her(not quite sure what they will be the lady told Mama they were very large red lilies. I'm excited they'll be like a surprise), a handful of marigold's that she pulled out of the way to pull up the Chicken and Hen that I said I need to try again( I lost my others over winter..I have got to work on better winterizing).

Yes, I found everything a home.

Might not look like much now with the grass not mowed but you just wait.

Ooo..looks like I would have cleaned them up a little better before taking that pic.

I wish to encourage you to seek out that Mother or just a good gardening friend.

The seeds they will share will be priceless. 

and...

I have never met a gardener that didn't become overjoyed at the sharing of their own plantings.

Friends with flowers are the best friends of all!

Thanks for stopping by.

BE BLESSED

and

BE a BLESSING!

Thank you, Lord...
Late summer blooms,
 sweet smell of hydrangea in the air.

Psalm 145:3 Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.

Sure Fire Way to Know You're Old

1. When you're sitting at the kitchen table looking at a sewing machine and a dog in your lap.

2.. When you say to the Old Man,"So how'd the test come out?

3. When you're blogging about a dog in your lap and your Old Man's check-up 

while drinking(Miller High Life)

Alot of times I forget I'm suppose to be old....Until someone reminds me...

A lot like fall but mums the word on a Wordless Wednesday Walkabout

Nothing Fancy~Wordless Wednesday

p.s. What day is it?

Hump Day!!

(that's for Jack)

BE BLESSED!