"come into the garden. . . the cloistered spot where golden lilies tinkled, thrushes sang, and every leaf breathed peace." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~
"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~
Since we firsted moved into our rental house I've been watching the different blooms that make their appearance and have been checking the progress of these tulips. After almost two months they've decided to grace us with their beautiful blooms. The color is absolutely stunning and is prefectly set off by the abundance of forget-me-nots that surround it. 
posted by Bethany | 5:49 PM
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