My mother is an artist and even though she has not picked up a brush since the day her father died, she still creates. Her artwork is evident in her quilts, and especially in her gardens. Gammy (as my boys call her) always seems happiest in her garden, and with results like these, who wouldn’t be?
There are hidden treasures in every nook and cranny of her home, from masks, to feeders, to climbers and more. Living in a state where everything dies from the heat, I’m always envious of her results. I’m gathering all of my photographs of her gardens over the years and creating a book for her on my publisher dot com for Christmas. I think she’ll like it. Don’t you?
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She will LOVE THE BOOK!!!!! That would be the kind of thing that would go well on a coffee table, reception room, etc. Might think of getting it published…PERIOD! Those flowers are gorgeous. Envy, envy, envy….
Now THAT would be cool.
And yes, her flowers are the envy of everyone. I love her gardens.