Good Sunday morning.
Some of the flowers are blooming here at the Lakehouse.
It's a cloudy day, but the flowers always brighten things up around here.
I am NOT, and never will be a formal gardener. Especially when it comes to my Hollyhocks.
I let them grow where ever they want. I don't plant them. They just re-seed year after year. They travel all over the place! I call them the "gypsies" of the gardens.
One year they will all be inside the fence, and the next year they will be outside! This year they all grew along the driveway.
One year the stalks will be over ten feet tall, and then there are times when they are only five feet high???? This year it's a mixture of tall and short, and everything in between.
Among the Gypsies there are other little pretties growing....like little fairies dancing in the shadows...wild and free.
I LOVE the pinks, and whites of the Hollyhocks. My Grandma grew them behind her shed every year. My mother said they were weeds. I thought they were the most beautiful weeds in the world, and knew I would grow them in my own gardens when I grew up.
The Purple Veronica love dancing with the other little "fairies" in the gardens.
I'm sure, to some of you this may look like a mess...but for me, I LOVE the look of flowers growing together in a natural look. Some of the beds are groups of like flowers. Then some are like this...a jumble of happy flowers, growing together...unbalanced...yet a sight that brings a smile to my face every time I walk by.
I wonder who the real Gypsy is?