Sunday. In the house?
The flowers were the least of it.
The house was full of visitors from San Francisco and Switzerland. They came to see the garden and hold the baby. The sun shone, the baby chortled and we dragged all the chairs from the house and squeezed around the outside table for hours of eating, talking and dog whispering.
Before they came we brought the garden inside. GG trimmed the fig tree to allow for easy passage and I filled a vase with the branches. Instant buffet piece.
The window box was cleaned of its greens to allow for tasty eating.
Peonies were tucked about.
And irises were placed in nooks and crannies not so as to be seen but rather smelled.
(Yes that is grape soda you're smelling)
And right after they left, just before we fell into a deep nap, I got the money shot. The picture that lets you fall asleep with a smile on your lips knowing all is right with the world.
The very heart of the tree peony.
And now? Your house? Flowers?
Let's take a peek, shall we?