But... NO rain. Dang. There was a lovely rainbow though. (Took a couple of pictures, but my batteries need recharging, so can't post pictures yet.) The rain clouds have moved all around us and we only got a few little sprinkles. It's one of my two watering days today, so after the rain clouds moved off, I turned on the sprinklers.
Wow, I just looked out the window to my right and what do I see, rain drops falling. I hope we get a good soaking as that would be GREAT!
Yesterday I took some flower seeds, mixed them all together and scattered them around. We'll see what happens with them. I also planted some other seeds in pots and have them up front so I can keep an eye on them. I repotted a couple of vines. Can't figure out where I want them yet, so they'll stay in pots until I see the right spot.
Yesterday afternoon and last evening I worked on two photo albums so that I could make little slideshows of my roses. I have 52 pictures in the one from last year, 23 in the one so far for this year.
Now, it's after lunch, and before lunch I worked on an album using Jalbum, so that I could upload it to my website. A little while later, and I've just finished the album for 2008.
I am so glad I didn't listen to a friend of ours who told me many years ago that roses do NOT grow in FL. Some don't that's for sure, but there are plenty that will. I love them all. I would love to have more, but unfortunately they are expensive, and I'm running out of room. So, I'm learning to be content with the beauties I have.
I'm also thankful to DH for giving me growing flowers after I told him I would rather have them than a dying bouquet. Our gardens here at Plum Cottage are the result. They are a continual work in progress. They are a lot of work. They are a joy!
By the way, we did get a few rain drops. Sky is still cloudy, so maybe there's a chance yet for a good heavy downpour.
Happy Gardening friends ~ FlowerLady
You love the roses - so do I.
I wish the sky would rain down roses,
as they rain from off the shaken bush.
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
and soft to tread on.
They would fall as light
as feathers, smelling sweet;
and it would be
like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
George Eliot, Roses