This is my Mom’s favorite house plant. She inherited it several years back from her lovely Auntie Martha who went to be with Jesus a few years ago. This is the first year that this house plant has bloomed since it’s been at my Mom’s house. And she can’t get enough of it. I can’t blame her. It is rather stunning.
Roses are always a favorite. But in my Mom’s front yard they are also the deer’s favorite. As a salad. A fact which makes all of the local rose enthusiasts less than enthusiastic about Bambi.
And unfortunately roses have other less friendly admirers also.
Okay… I know snails represent everything evil in the gardening world. And I should hate them will all my being and revel in the sound of their shells being crushed underfoot. But I’m sorry.
They are cute. Okay? There. I said it. Snails are cute. Cute wild crazed flower eating vermin that are cute. And slimy and disgusting and supposedly taste fabulous in garlic and butter. But I think I’d rather relish hearing them crunch under my foot than between my teeth, thank you very much.
Rose Bush Bokeh. No, not bouquet. Bokeh. Out of focusness wonderfulness. I’m lovin’ the bokeh of roses. Photographers sometimes like bokehs better than bouquets.
Bud bokeh is nice too.
And poppies…. as an aside I have to tell you, every time I go to type “poppies” I accidentally type “poopies” first and then have to correct it. I’m not sure why. Maybe it has something to do with being the mother of four boys who like to make farting sounds in their armpits. (As an aside aside, my four year old today told me that he was growing hair in his armpits. Clearly he has not bathed enough this week if there are hairlike objects in his armpits.) Or maybe my recurring typo when typing “poppies” happens just because O and P are so perilously close to one another on the keyboard. What I was going to say was, AND poppies. Everyone loves poppies. What’s not to love? They are bright and cheerful and blanket California landscapes. They are always a favorite.
But my favorite? The ones from my baby of course.