The first spring that we owned the Birdhouse, Melanie and I were doing renovations. One day we looked out the window and saw yellow flowers scattered all over the backyard. The next day there were more. It continued. Finally, we had to try and figure out where the yellow flowers were coming from. We looked all around
and lastly, up, up, up.
Forty feet high in the sky, the vines that wrap the towering trees are never noticed, except at this time of year when it rains yellow flowers in my backyard.
It is a beautiful gift.
I spent the day working in my garden, enjoying the company of the falling flowers.
4 comments:
Very pretty, indeed. :)
I enjoy looking at your photography.
I can just imagine you in the garden in a cute little hat with lovely yellow flowers drifting around you. Picturesque.
I want yellow flowers falling on me! No fair!
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