Wish I had listened to myself

yep, I reminded all of you to cover your frost sensitive crops last night, hope you listened. Wish I had :{

on a much happier note.......the cold didn't seem to touch the beauty of the other blooms this morning

Blooms of the morning

Early morning, walking out to the garden, steam rising from my coffee cup, to see what's in bloom. 

Mom's peonies

This last week marked nine years since my Mom passed away. I wish I could say it gets easier with time, it doesn't. But the little things that make up the memories of her time here with me are what help me smile. I planted these peonies with my Dad on the east side of the house where they lived on the river. Pink was her very favorite color. Each year I anxiously wait for them to bloom as they seem to mark the week of her passing. They are beautiful, just as she was.