It's not green and yellow, as the popular 19th century nursery rhyme says, but it IS a basket. What's inside it is green and yellow -- and pink ... finally! I told you HERE that our flowers were just about to burst forth -- and I could hardly wait to share them with you! Well, today we start ... and if the garden grows as it has in years past, I'll be sharing them with you for many months to come!
The basket ... it's nothing particularly special. I remember in the early '80s I filled it with a dried flower arrangement -- the kind I wouldn't dream of having in my house any more. Eventually it sat in the attic with other rarely-used baskets, almost getting donated several times ... but somehow always making the cut.
A few years ago, when our old house had been renovated enough to start doing some work on the yard, Renaissance Man decided to plant flowers ... lots of flowers. He's the one with the green thumb, not me! The first year the gardens overflowed with flowers, I re-discovered this basket -- and christened it our flower basket. It stays in the garage with a pair of cutting shears ... ready at a moment's notice to play A-Tisket, A-Tasket with whichever one of us picks it up. This year, I was the first one to play! Full of cut flowers, we bring it to the kitchen counter and admire ...
Several varieties of daffodils
While our neighborhood boasts gorgeous blossoms of the Bradford Pear and Tulip Magnolia trees, these are the first bursts of color in our yard.
... and the first simple flower arrangements of the season.
May there be many more!
I'm linking to Show and Tell Friday at My Romantic Home
Pink Saturday at How Sweet the Sound
Thanks so much for stopping by!
I'll see you Sunday night for Metamorphosis Monday!