Wild Flowers

Good August afternoon everyone! I hope your having a great day. It's been a quiet day here at the cottage. The boys are playing , and soon we will have lunch and they will go down for a nap/ quiet time. My Oldest will read or draw. I have been doing laundry this morning, and moving around flowers.

Hubby picked these for me

- Remember these

Beautiful in my Ikea pitcher

- Now that they have dried out they are in our bathroom

Flowers from my in laws farm

-And of course now the table hosts these beauty's
- All the flowers were free and the containers were very little $$ Ball jar thrift store 25 cents and Ikea pitcher 7.99
-Reuse, Repurpose and save your $$$$



Here are some Local Wild Flowers

Queen Anne's Lace, also known as wild carrot

Virginia Bluebells

Lily of the valley

Daisy

- Wild flowers for a wedding in Mason Jars

-Paintings of Wildflowers

- In a field

- North America Wild flower Chart

- May your life be like a wild flower, growing freely in the beauty of God's Creation-http://agreatimpression.blogspot.com/

This blog is very inspirational ...

- John Denver  Wild flowers in a Mason Jar

January back in '55 we rode a greyhound bus through the georgia midnight
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something
He woke up smiling but his eyes were bright with tears he said...

I dreamed i was back on the farm
Twenty years have passed boy
But the memory still warms me
Wild flowers in a mason jar

He told me those old stories 'bout that one room cabin in kentucky
The smell of rain and the feel of the warm earth in his hands
He slowly turned and stared outside
His face was mirrored in the window
And his reflection flew across the moonlit land

And he dreamed he was back on the farm
He tilts his head and listens to the early sounds of morning
Wild flowers in a mason jar

An old man and an eight year old boy
Rolling down that midnight highway
Warm kentucky memories from a winter georgia night
I started drifting off and grandpa tucked his coat around me
I think i tried to smile as i slowly closed my eyes
And i dreamed i was with him on the farm
Grandpa, i can hear the evening wind out in the corn
Wild flowers in a mason jar and the bus rolling through the night  ~  John Denver