Philadelphia has the largest and oldest flower show in the country, and it was my pleasure to attend a few weeks ago. When the world outside looks like winter will never end, the smell of a flower show lifts the spirit.
The theme this year was Italy, and the feeling was of being transported across the Atlantic.
Shoes made of flowers and seeds.
An Italian kitchen garden
A prize winning display. The light boxes were full of water bottles, each with a stem of a yellow flower. Some had vines going up the structures. Magical!
Ah, to be in Tuscany
One of the lectures was on starting plants from seed, so I got inspired. My room is full of baby plants, and most of the seeds have germinated. Now to tend them until it's safely warm enough overnight to put them in the ground outside.
Last weekend Miss C, Mrs T, and I worked in the yard. We dug up a spot for a little "square foot garden" for vegetables, and put in a few strawberry plants.
The timing of things is very different here in the garden. I'll have to watch and wait. Helebores that bloom in January on the Left Hand coast are just blooming now in late March along with daffodils and crocus.
Miss C loves being outside, holding your hand and walking along the grass, and she loves "the purples," crocus flowers that are growing in clumps. Don't you love "purples," too?
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