I have begun to enjoy some of my first cuttings from the flower garden. This vase holds some Minuet Peony and David Austen's Windemere Roses. I can't stop smelling them. Whether cut or in the garden, I'm often found bending down to inhale their delicate beauty. I can't breathe deep enough.
Still wearing my pajamas, I wandered out into the yard this morning. I went to see all of the Iris blooming in an abandoned flower bed by the barn. They seemed so resolute and so regal standing tall against the weeds and overgrowth growing around them.
Saying hello to them was a wonderful way to start the day.