Lilies

I went for a long time without having a favorite flower. For some reason it bothered me, although I'm sure there are plenty of things to be bothered about other than a favorite flower. For a long time, I liked pansies and I still do, but they weren't it. I flirted a bit with carnations, but there wasn't anything terribly special about them.
A couple of days ago, I realized what my favorite flower is and I guess I've really known for a while. I love daylilies. A couple of years ago, we took a chance on some wal-mart bulbs. They came up as beautiful pink lilies. So we bought some more bulbs, and now our garden is full of pink, crimson, and orange daylilies. My only complaint is that they last for such a short time before withering in the summer heat.

The Princess Tea and other such ramblings

So, I just had a small fight with Blogger, but somehow I figured it out so I could post a new post. I'm not the most technologically advanced person in the world. They probably would not pick me to go on a rocket with the smartest people. They'd leave me to blow up with the earth instead. Or send me to the sun with Bart and Homer.

Anyway, I wanted to post about the princess tea. I had a lovely time and they had some dollies left over so I got to make one and she is so pretty. Her name is Breena and I can put up a picture once I finally decide it's time to hook up my digital camera and move them over here to the computer.
I also won one of the drawings which was neat because I hardly ever win anything.

There you go Jessica. It's not the most exciting entry in the world, but I found a couple of parts mildly humorous.

June Roses

The June roses are out and they are lovely. They are not like the roses in our own backyard, which are full and vary from coral to white. These are smaller, yet more plentiful. They are the most beautiful color of yellow which is a lovely contrast to the red barn. Honey bees flit through the centers until they are heavy with pollen. This makes me happy because even while the existance of honey bees is being threatened, they are there in the yellow roses as if nothing has changed and they will go on forever. Next time I'm there, there probably won't be any roses left...or there might be a few late stragglers. But still, June roses mean one thing: Summer is definitely here.