Smelling the roses

Taking the time to smell my roses!

This was taken in June this year when the roses where in full bloom. In case you're wondering, no, I am not in my gardening gear! I arrived work early one day and Hubby took this picture. I thought it was rather nice. I do love my garden. It is one physical activity that I do not object to because I love seeing the fruits of my labour. I inherited my love for plants from my mother. She was a green-fingered action woman-- always on the go. I remembered she grew these bouganvilleas in terracotta pots when I was a child. They had all the hues of the rainbow, wondeful during the summer months. She'd grow anything, anywhere and I found that a real comfort. My mother is a very special human being. I bet she has a fast track broadband to heaven!
Now I do the same thing in my own house. We have various houseplants, a front garden and a back garden to look after.
Today, hubby and I planted some ornamental grasses and bamboo for autumn. I also planted voilas for the sping. There's always something to do in the garden. Nothing stays the same. There are days when I just cannot be bothered but these are rare moments. Ultimately, I get into my gardening clothes and go out to tend my plants--I feel then that everything is right with the world.