Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Beautiful Spring Day...

Okay, I'm over the need for snow.  Daffodils, crocus and all sorts of spring flowers are beginning to bloom so I'm thinking of gardening.  Time to pull out the seed catalogues and begin the search for heirloom and non-GMO seeds and plants.  I am one of those old fashioned people who gather and save my own seeds year to year.  I always add to my stash and then if I love the plant I save seeds for the coming years.  It's a wonderful way to assure your plants are safe.  We always grow organically and are never disappointed with our yields.  Growing up in Southwest Iowa, I have personally visited Earl May and Henry Fields.  The photo I'm sharing is of little blue flowers that have popped up in my son's yard amongst the grass.  They are so beautiful and plentiful.  I don't know what they are, but think I will paint them.  Enjoy


  1. I'm finally over the need for snow, as well. I love the seasonal change, and would hate to live in a temperate climate. My daffodils are just ready to open!

  2. I don't know what these flowers are either, but they are pretty, and calling out to be captured in paints.

  3. Good Luck with your gardening plans! The little blue flowers are exquisite.

  4. I think those are wild blue phlox. That would make a lovely little painting, wouldn't it?

  5. Willow, So good to hear from you. Isn't Spring wonderful? Watching everything come back to life is so invigorating. I'm feeling so creative.

    Martin, I am currently working on a street scene in oils and having a great time with it. Once it's done I'll do these little guys and share. Thanks for stopping by.

    Duta, Always good to hear from you. Do you garden? I love flowers so much, but it's really the fruits and veggies that excite me...I LOVE to can and make jellies, something nurturing about the tasks.

    Jo, I've missed hearing from you. Thanks for naming my little mystery flowers. They have really taken over beneath the Walnut tree. I love that the tiniest of flowers (which should be the most fragile) are always the ones that push up through the snow and greet us with their showy flowers.


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