I used to believe that for flowers to take my breath away, they had to be pink, long stemmed and heavily scented. When I opened the chic, understated box from Wildflowers Company this month, I completely fell in love. The simple combination of white blooms with green foliage made me so giddy I actually squealed to myself as I lifted them from their packaging.
It's not often that I take "warts and all" photos of the boys when I know they're heading for a blog post. Generally there's a clearing of the planned photo site, and some care is taken over what they're wearing. This isn't one of those posts. This is a children-running-about-in-pants, bath towels on the washing line, children slopping about in the mud kind of post that resulted in my barking, "SHOWER" and "NOT ON THE SOFA UNTIL YOU'RE CLEAN!" whilst frogmarching two grumpy and resistant boys up the stairs to the bathroom by mid afternoon.
Yes, it's gardening season [also known as snail gambling season].
Getting Lyoto to sit and eat at the table can be a huge challenge some days - and most days I won't even waste my energy on it because, as a good friend of mine says, I don't want to die on that mountain. As long as he's fed and watered, I know the stage will pass and it will be Hero's turn.