I was four years old when I became aware of my intense enthusiasm for flowers, and can remember picking our neighbors blooms to place in a glass for our dinner table one night. Much to my mother’s chagrin she soothed over our neighbor’s exasperation at my being in their yard, and a few weeks later she helped me plant my first flower garden. My love of gardening and flowers definitely has its roots from my childhood, nurtured by mom’s love for nature, and my being captivated with her rustic gardens.
I’m still enchanted with flowers and their enduring power to draw me outside to clip a bouquet for a quaint spot in the house. Peonies from the south end of the property always bloom first, and this year due to an extremely warm winter they’ve arrived a few weeks early.
The hydrangea on the northern side of the yard are vibrant and alive with their huge blooms, they appeal to me on so many levels. I love being in my garden where I can roll up my sleeves and feel most alive. Each season, as I work on a new row I view the blooms surrounding me and feel pleased these lovely flowers are in my yard.
Stay stylish,
Kathleen
Stylish Heath 