Just a few more pictures from Sunday. The Bucannan's Nursery in The Heights was where Bernie wanted to go originally; the Orange Show and the Art Car side trips were an after thought. Bucannan's is mostly known for natural or native plants, but while we were visiting, I just saw typical garden center items. Pretty though.
I thought of all the folks up north who have tucked their gardens away for the winter.
You are welcome to visit my winter garden via my blog whenever you need a garden fix!
Aren't these little three inch pots of rock succulents interesting? Who would ever suspect those hard little rock like plants could create a flower like that?
He jumped from the pot to the sign in one bound. Leaping Lizards indeed!
The garden center cat apparently was not interested in catching garden friendly lizards. She is probably employed to keep down the rodent population.
Another look at the orange hat. (Barbara bought me the ear rings at a craft show as an early Christmas present. Thanks again Mom! I love them!)
I acquired it about five years ago, and have it on display in my hat room. Occasionally I would try it on, make a face at myself, and take it off. At one of our HHN Sip and See parties, there was one woman (Claudia...you HHN people remember Claudia...) who plopped it on her head and looked absolutely fabulous in it. Everyone else who tried it on promptly grimaced at their reflection.
Dusty rose pink velvet flowers against orange modern fabric...hmmm. Pretty odd combination. I do like the flowers though, very much.
Like Suzanne (another HHNer) once said: You have to find a hat you like, or a hat that likes you, and then you've got to wear it.
I guess on Sunday the hat and I decided we liked each other after all.
Or at least liked each other to go out together once.
Who knows. Maybe it will be the start of a strange and wonderful relationship.
Monday morning Barbara and I went for a walk on the concrete forest path. Barbara almost stepped on this frog; he leaped away into the grass and leaves along side the path, and I was able to get his picture. His body was about five inches long. His eyes were really big!
Wonder what his croak would sound like? Wonder if he is actually an enchanted handsome Prince who only needs a kiss to return to human form?
Neither Barbara or I considered kissing him however.
We've each got our own special Handsome Prince at home, as strange and wonderful though they may be at times.
No need to go looking for a new Prince when our old handsome Princes will do just fine.
Especially since they are more fun to kiss than a spotty old frog any day!