We’re going all apricot-y/orange-y today.
This was hangin’ out at the garden center in a hanging basket. Just hanging. Crying out for a drink of water.
Calling my name.
It was large and voluptuous and made a statement.
I like big blossoms. And I cannot lie.
I had to have it.
However, it was very clear. It didn’t want to be hangin’ out in a hanging basket. So. I planted it in an old cement planter — as in 25+ years old — and wrestled it up onto one of the brick patio tables I’ve been cobbling together out of former front stairs and teeny tiny patio. Nothing goes to waste!
There’s a lot of orange and pink in my garden this year. Say what?
Moving right along.
I’ll Take Your Answers ~
Golf or miniature golf?
Handball or racquetball?
I like to sway in a hammock and read…