Today is a good day.
It's good, not for any particularly huge reason.
But, for lots of little reasons.
I had a week up madly finishing up deadlines for a couple of things. And making some special orders, and shipping out giveaways, and cutting out lots of labels to send across the world.
I got everything shipped out, and then, for the first time in a long long long time, I looked forward to Friday. Yay, Friday.
Friday, and weekends in general, held so much fun as a kid.
There were always slumber parties, pizza places after school.
Today, the weekend looks so good, after a long week.
The thing that kept me level headed this week was, breaking out of the house to smell blooms, and be and garden collect.
There is a lot of magic going on out in the garden.
Gobs of flowers from all the autumn plantings of bulbs and tubers and seeds.
I wake up extra early every day to take care of everyone.
Above you can see bachelor's buttons, coreopsis, and roses, ranunculus, and freesia and crimson clover.
Oh, and a sort of babies breath is all over the garden.
Like a fairy gift.
Oh, and poppies too, must not forget the poppies...
All these little cut flowers from right outside my door, make me feel this immense sense of, wanting to clean my house.
Wanting to paint furniture.
Wanting to polish silver, and wash linens.
They push me to want to fluff and dust and make things all pretty.
The freesia is intoxicating.
You have to be careful not to let it make you dizzy.
In the above photo you can see the freesia at the bottom right.
There are so many shades of freesia growing out there.
White, pink and yellow, reds and yellows, fuchsia and yellow.
Every morning I run outside to see hundreds of poppies multiplying.
Checking on pumpkin sprout sightings, and what new flower I have never seen is going to open up, and tell me its name.
As soon as the spring flowers go, I hope zinnias swim up and take over.
But for now, right before it gets very hot this weekend, the tender springerlies are still here...
The tiniest of wildflowers have come up just everywhere, pinky nail tiny...
The most magnificent creations of nature, ever so teeny tiny.
Isn't it miraculous?
Like baby nails and fingers and toes.
Miraculous and fragile, and soft, and detailed and perfect.
I love to peek into the centers of blooms...
My brain simply can not compute, the perfection of such beauties.
Nature is incredible, isn't it though?
I hope you loved these little collections of blooms I put together for you.
It would be so much easier if you could transport for 5 minutes into my garden as a winged creature.
Alas, that not being possible...
Or is it?
Either way, I enjoyed taking these photos with sharing in mind.
Now, oddly, I feel like washing my floor.
Let's hope it lasts :)
Off I go.