A girl can only inhale so much paint before having to take a breather…literally!
After the final slap of paint hit the wall (and okay, a few drips on the floor), I headed outside with camera in hand.
An old-timey bottlebrush bush that produces
brilliant red plumes, similar to…you guessed it!
This rusty old metal chair rarely beckons me to sit down,
but it always solicits a smile from its favorite owner.
Chartreuse…oh, the beauty!
French lavender + a puff of wind = a delightful diversion
The charm of a white picket fence never grows old…
especially when bookended with roses.
A gargantuan rose bush infused with the scent of baby powder,
ordered from a company in Maine three years ago,
and not given much hope to survive.
Peonies peeking through…on the brink of blooming.
I wait in anticipation.
The first bloom of the year
from my grandmother’s rose.
Spring has officially arrived.
I’m not sure what appreciated my Wednesday wandering the most — my mind or my lungs — but there’s something to be said for stopping to smell the roses.
Where can you wander today for a little refreshment?