My daylilies. I planted them when we moved in.
We were on our way to the farmers' market.
We parked on Ashley, the location of my first house.
This is the corner house, across the street. It was yellow back in the early 80s, too. The people who lived there gave me two rickety step ladders -- I used the smaller one in the last few days.
Here is my sweet little house. I loved that house. It has 9' ceilings, and tons of light, and a perfect-size garden area between the south side of the house and the driveway............
The guy who bought it from me in 1986 took really good care of it. It looks great now; I'm not sure if he still owns it or not.
Here I am, in front of "my" house, with my flowers. You knew I planted daylilies in front of this house, too, didn't you.
I don't like people in my pictures, but in this case, since the point was that they are *my* flowers, and also since I wanted you to see how tall and lush and happy they are....... I am 5'3". My flowers are taller......................
I never get tired of these. THE summer flower, in my mind.........
There was one of these lurking amidst the daylilies.
Thistle.
This is so amazing I don't know that I could weed it out, if weeding this bed were my responsibility..........
Ok, tearing myself away.......
When I planted my flowers, they were the only ones on the street between the street and the sidewalk.
The neighborhood looks MUCH nicer than it did when I lived there.
These are between two apartment buildings.
Daylilies.
Trumpet vine.
Back yard with character, across the street from my house, at the other end of the block.
.
3 comments:
OMGosh those daylilies of yours are absolutely magnificent! It's a nice feeling isn't it to see your old house and flowers looking so good.
The last time we went home my childhood house was very well maintained and one of the nicest houses in the entire town. It made me feel great just driving by and seeing it so.
On the contrary my husbands childhood home and the entire neighborhood was so run down and delapitated he became very depressed seeing it. He said even his happy memories were tainted now.
So now i feel maybe its best to never look back.
However we are going again in a couple weeks; its about 600 miles from here.
And he wants to go to his neighborhood again and maybe even knock on the door of his old house!
I can't imagine why. I'd rather not do such a thing for fear that no good might come from it.
We're meeting my bro and sister there, sort of a mini family reunion. Now, my sister says shes going to do the same thing; knock at the door of our house. I'm going to wait at the casino for them to do their thing.
As for revisiting our first house as a married couple; theres just one, 5 miles away. It was a dump back then and still is.
GREAT pictures!!! Your daylilies look very, very happy. Your "first house" is adorable... again, love those houses with character. :) Ha! I'm 5'3" as well. Holy cow with those daylilies... I honestly don't think I've ever seen them so tall. And not that there are really any flowers that I don't like, but I also LOVE thistle flowers... love the color. :)
Thanks! Love me my daylilies......
I am so pleased that my little house is loved and cared for, and that he has let my flowers be.
There are tulips out in front, too, which, contrary to popular belief, come up year after year......
Lorraina, it's hard to know when to look back and when not to, isn't it?
The house I lived in as a little kid looks totally different now. At least from the outside. I don't know if I'd want to see the inside......
One of the women who grew up in my current house wrote us before she came back to town for a high school reunion, asking if she could see inside the house. We told her "Sure!"
We hadn't moved any walls or anything, but we'd removed allllll the wallpaper and we'd cut down a bunch of trees that had been planted WAY too close to the house.
I don't know if she was glad she came or not. She said she was. :-) And she brought us a big bouquet of flowers. :-)
Thanks, Justina.
One of the things about that house is that it is downhill from everywhere. This is a bad thing, in flash-flood conditions, and I had to have the sewer roto-rooted every single year -- if a grain of sand got in there, the drain backed up in the basement when I did a load of wash.
On the other hand, it was nice and cool (all the cold air flowed down, just like the water!).
Best of all, I had everyone's topsoil from everywhere! :-)
One time we were planting a serviceberry tree someone gave us. We dug down three feet and still hadn't hit the bottom of the topsoil.
Vegetables grew like weeds, and, well, you can see how my flowers like it there. :-)
I totally love the bud on that thistle. The color, and then all those spikes............. :-)
Post a Comment