my husband laughs at me every time i come through the kitchen door lately. a simple run up to the local grocery for milk brought me home with milk in one hand and an armful of lilies in the other. then it was black-eyed-susans on the way home from eva’s soccer practice. and today i was buried in hydrangeas after a visit to my mom’s. it’s high summer here in the upper midwest. sun’s shining. time to make hay.
hydrangeas from my mom’s yard
saint paul, minnesota