Lavender and Old Lace

"come into the garden. . . the cloistered spot where golden lilies tinkled, thrushes sang, and every leaf breathed peace." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

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Location: Oregon, United States

"I've always thought my flowers had souls. . . they seem like real people to me. I've seen the roses rubbing their cheeks together as if they loved eachother, and the forget-me-nots are little blue-eyed children, half afraid of rest." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Signs of Spring










The Miniature Irises in our front yard










The first Daffodil










The first signs of Irises while we were still at the hotel










The snow drips in the Japanese Garden at the park










The Pansies from the hotel