Dreamin' Photo 1

Here I share my kitchen window box, planted just moments ago during a great leap of faith. This is an experiment; thus the photo when barely a flower blooms... except for the orchids, that is. Therein lies the leap. 

Real Time - Just Planted

According to my research, there are a few places outdoors in which hothouse orchids should/could survive; this spot seems to qualify. We shall see. They are set in their individual pots. This will allow for emergency rescue, in the event they are threatened. The five varieties planted into the soil around them include Non-Stop Begonia, New Guinea and Variegated Impatiens, Asparagus Fern and Sweet Potato Vine. The latter two should drape over the box, if all goes as planned.

Please envision with me an abundance of lush foliage and brilliant color, soon to surround Michelle's garden angel. Hey, a girl can dream, right?

Mornings I Live For

Just a bumblebee 'n' me...

The crisp morning air of what has the potential to be a 90-something-degree day has to be one of life's most incredible gifts. You know... the kind that allows you to open the doors and walk outside, barefoot and unjacketed at 6:30 a.m., first cuppa and camera in hand, to say, "Good Morning, World."

First Iris on transplant from Joe's 
childhood home

Species?

Identification of this OBX shore bird is escaping me. Is it a type of plover? If you have a clue, please share your knowledge. Anyone? 

Bloomin' Allium

Perfect Timing

Upon our arrival home, we found a single poppy flower blooming in the kitchen window-box that I've not yet officially planted. You see, Hunter and Chloe had given us the plant for Easter, and before departing for the OBX, I put it outside to ensure its survival. How apropos, since it represents just what we are to remember during Memorial Day weekend. I've copied the following from this link...

Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11, and was first observed on 30 May 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery. The first state to officially recognize the holiday was New York in 1873. By 1890 it was recognized by all of the northern states. The South refused to acknowledge the day, honoring their dead on separate days until after World War I (when the holiday changed from honoring just those who died fighting in the Civil War to honoring Americans who died fighting in any war). It is now celebrated in almost every State on the last Monday in May (passed by Congress with the National Holiday Act of 1971 (P.L. 90 - 363) to ensure a three day weekend for Federal holidays), though several southern states have an additional separate day for honoring the Confederate war dead: January 19 in Texas, April 26 in Alabama, Florida, Georgia, and Mississippi; May 10 in South Carolina; and June 3 (Jefferson Davis' birthday) in Louisiana and Tennessee.

In 1915, inspired by the poem "In Flanders Fields," Moina Michael replied with her own poem: 

We cherish too, the Poppy red That grows on fields where valor led, It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies.

It's nice to be home in time to hang our flag in remembrance and gratitude. Even the little hummingbird who greeted me with an appearance at the poppy, this morning, seems to recognize the significance of freedoms hard won.

Reflections.

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