Monday, November 15, 2010

Gifts from the Garden


Gifts from the garden, each one of these.

The hollyhocks grew into beautiful, tall blooms of delight.
A gift from a blogging friend two years ago.
They remind me of her and her struggle with cancer.

The Provence pumpkins are a gift we gave ourselves as
we traveled through France.  I see the pumpkins now sitting
on my porch and I remember travels in that beautiful country.

This miniature geranium with it's soft fuzzy leaves is beginning
to grow on the counter in my kitchen window.
It reminds me of a dear friend and our delightful time
together last summer, sharing tea on her patio.

Do you collect gifts from the garden?
Do you share your garden with others?

I have many hollyhock seeds to share.
Let me know if you would like some and I will tuck them in an envelop just for you.
I probably cannot send them outside of the US.

5 comments:

Adrienne said...

Your garden gifts are wonderful! I would love to have some Hollyhock seeds. You can save them until I visit you at your home soon, if you'd like. If you want to move them on sooner, you can mail them to me. They will be a sweet reminder of the times you and I share together.
~Adrienne~

Laurie said...

We always had hollyhocks growing in my mother little flower bed outside the back door. They're such pretty flowers. I'd love some of your seeds Marilyn. What a special keepsake!

Tracy said...

Oh, so lovely! I've dreamed of having hollyhocks a long time...I hope to plant some next summer. Our kitty Charlie has a tendency to lay around and snooze in all the flower bed--sometimes things just don't come back. LOL! Not much at all blooming here just now, and the last leaves have fallen...winter soon arrives. :o) Happy Week, Marilyn ((HUGS))

Relyn said...

Oh, I do love flowers. And I love the idea of a garden. But gardening? No. Not really.

Jeanie said...

Your garden indeed has brought gifts. My gifts include beautiful hostas given to me by friends no longer with us -- and by friends who are very much alive indeed! My black-eyed Susans, also a gift. And each year, I plant the annuals that remind me most of my mom. The bleeding heart -- a new addition but feeding an enduring memory of those my grandmother grew. And yes, anyone who wants anything from my garden is welcome to enjoy!