I can't paint - Not the artist thingie that is.
I can paint houses mind you.
So it is spring time here, even though this morning the temp is
a balmy 42 degrees.
Spring is time for me to paint with flowers though. A whole bunch
of years ago I was able to go to Switzerland in the early summer.
I was stunned by all the flowers with which people adorned their
houses. I returned to the states inspired.
I decided, why not decorate my house? I proceeded on a project
which spanned several summers, by creating flower beds, removing
all the crappy dirt, and hauling in 2 dump truck loads of the blackest
richest peat you ever would want to see.
I should be in a Tide commercial every time I work in that dirt.
I saw that we were supposed to have a week of rain, so on Sunday
I busted my butt and almost finished.
So here is the body count to date:
100 Lobelia (little blue border or hanging basket flower, white
250 Red Begonia
250 Dwarf Yellow Marigold (for in front of the Begonia)
Couple of day lily
Split apart lots of Shasta Daisy and made into a longer row instead
The Sex flower.
I also transplanted a bunch of them from where they were growing
in the cracks in the brick path beside the flower bed.
I call it the sex flower because I can't ever remember it's name.
It is a member of the pansy family and has the most delicate little
petals. 5 in all, on the flower.
The top two petals are a deep deep purple. They remind me of purple
velvet on Elvis paintings. The next three are joined like a clover
leaf, with two at the top, and one hanging down toward the ground.
The two middle petals start out white it appears. As the flower
matures, the edges turn purple and the color works its way to the
center edge of the petal. The bottom petal is a vibrant yellow,
with about 7 streaks of purple leading to the center of the flower.
It's like nature wanted to make a road map to the bees or butterflies
which will visit.
And why the sex flower...
Well its name has something to do with Johnny and Jumping... So
I call it
Johnny Jump on Me.
In memory of times past...