We enjoyed sunny and at least 70 degree days every day. It was so beautiful it was difficult to stay inside.
I couldn't resist the urge to start planting some flowers, so I visited the Miller greenhouse next door. There were so many gorgeous flowers in flats and hanging baskets, it was very difficult to decide which ones to purchase. I only dared get a few to plants for close to the house for there's always a chance we will get another frost. I finally bought a flat of blooming petulance. I planted them in front of the bed just out side our door where the daffodils and hyacinths have gone by. The blooms are gone because I always remove those first flowers so the plants will get bigger so the new blooms will be larger. Previously I had planted a few yellow pansies by the garage door.
I also have flowers blooming in other places around the house. The blood flowers are still blooming by the back fence and the spice bush is blooming in the north border. I've always especially cherished it because it came from my mom's bush many years a go. Its perfume is wonderful, especially for it doesn't affect my allergies like the many other strong smells do so I can pick some for a bouquet in the house. Its fragrance drifts through the house bringing a touch of spring inside.
I think flower bouquets always make a home look inviting whether they have come from ones yard, a greenhouse or just grown on roadsides or meadows. Even the wild dandelions are lovely, especially when picked by little children as a gift of love for moms, grandparents or some other special lady. I think I wrote about them in another column, mentioning they originated in the old world and were used in flower gardens and were brought to this country by immigrants.
I once read an article in a magazine written especially for young housewives. It spoke about marriage and all the work it takes to manage children and keep the house reasonably clean and welcoming when their husband arrived home from work at the end of the day. It stated the home didn't have to be perfect in every way. Furthermore, when the day had been especially frustrating day and dinner wasn't ready to put on the table when dad came home, it stated to just put some water to boil on the stove and put something in it that has an inviting smell. Then dad will think dinner is cooking.
Also take a minute to freshen up a bit to look lovely for him and make sure the toys are not in his path so he doesn't trip on them. I don't think I ever followed that advice, but we still have made it almost 63 years and I still treasure his good morning and evening kisses and hugs and spending time with him. Who says that old couples can't still be in love?