I love flowers. Really, I love anything that can produce a flower. Yes, even flowering weeds. I don’t care, as long as it’s pretty. I grew up in a rural area. My mom would spend her weekends going out with her friends “ditch diving”. Let me explain. Basically, you drive around the back country roads, and if you see flowers growing along the road side, you stop, dig them up and then plant them in your garden at home.
My mother goes through phases with gardening. She loves it, but it’s a lot of work. She’ll let her gardens fall into disarray and then feel guilty when they’re being choked by weeds. She will then work her butt off to make them look presentable again, but she can’t compete with her mother-in-law.
My grandmother is perfect (in regards to her gardens anyway). She’s 79 years young and doesn’t seem to have any intention of slowing down. Her gardens are pristine, and never overrun by weeds. She knows each plant and flower’s details – when she planted it and the person/place she received it from.
I think that’s a constant battle in life. Comparing yourself to others and feeling is if you are falling short. I’m guilty of the same.
I see all of you lovely bloggers posting photos of your own while I’m over here using stock photos. I know it’s a cop-out. I want to use my own photos, but I’m such a shit photographer. I mean, really. I am not excellent at taking photos. I can’t even get a decent selfie. I think that something looks good, but there’s always something missing, or the lighting is bad, or it’s just not right. I want to take beautiful and perfect photos like the other bloggers, but I’m not other bloggers. I will continue to try to improve my photography skills (like my stellar photograph(on Instagram) of the Duchess of Devonshire shawl that I knit for my friend, Hope) but until then, I have about 200 stock photos left to burn through.
However, for a change, here are some non stock photos. These were taken by my mother and are of her beautiful garden.