A flower for your friday, and a happy Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. Simple, for those who are not hosting. A wonderful meal, a time to break bread with the folks we love best. My best, softest, remembrance of Thanksgiving, is a look out the kitchen window as my mom washed and I dried dishes, after dinner, after dark. The road’s blanketed in the first heavy snow, under the streetlights, and the houses across the street covered in snow.
These were blooming along a trail one warm, almost-sunset walk about a week ago. Purple ageratum-like blooms as well as some distinctly different and bright yellow wildflowers…easy to spot among a season’s worth of drying vegetation.
I understand morning glories are often late bloomers, but I only got my first flower about a week ago. It’s nice to continue getting new flowers, though.
I don’t have to count to know I feature hydrangeas in these posts more than any other variety. They’re dependable. I have a number of hydrangea plants, and they always have something to offer.