It's a hard summer. It's torrid. We're scorched, we're parched. The rain barrels are so dry their lips are cracked. Every day is a hammering and every living thing, a nail.
Most of the garden has been in pots for almost a year {are we ever going to move ?? } The combination of a steady diet of chlorine from the hose plus everyone's roots getting overheated from being in said pots has led to an alarming number of members on the compost pile.
Which is why the Cyclamen and her quiet, delicate charms have been carried inside to the living room. When the last bars of sun come through the window and set her petals alight, she fills the room with the fragrance of violets airbrushed with muguet. Need i say more.
least anyone think she is easy in Any kind of way; it took me 72 shots with 2 cameras to get these few.
Most of the garden has been in pots for almost a year {are we ever going to move ?? } The combination of a steady diet of chlorine from the hose plus everyone's roots getting overheated from being in said pots has led to an alarming number of members on the compost pile.
Which is why the Cyclamen and her quiet, delicate charms have been carried inside to the living room. When the last bars of sun come through the window and set her petals alight, she fills the room with the fragrance of violets airbrushed with muguet. Need i say more.
least anyone think she is easy in Any kind of way; it took me 72 shots with 2 cameras to get these few.
