What with the garden and other necessary distractions, I have not spent much time on flowers this year. Which is a shame, because I love flowers. The year my husband and I were engaged, we both lived in Nashville Tennessee. He lived in a well-kept but older condominium complex where all the units had olive green doors and were rather nondescript. There was one door though that had a simple welcome mat and on either side of the mat was a terra cotta pot filled with red geraniums. I never saw who lived behind the door, but I've never forgotten how that little touch made such a difference.
Having said that, I have to admit that I am not naturally like that person one bit, and I have to WORK at this kind of thinking. And I have to REMEMBER to work at this kind of thinking:) There's always lots of room for improvement, but I do have a few pretty flowers this year.
These petunias were originally planted in containers, but they went rogue and reseeded themselves directly in the bed itself, preferring to spread more freely across the ground.
"Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?" KJV