That's He Who Actually Does All The Freakin' Work.
I thought it was a good idea to establish something at the outset of this blog. It's my firm, long-held belief that there is a place for flowers. In someone else's garden.
Poppies? Now you see one:


We bought our apartment in a Tuscan hill town because it had a generous, but long neglected, terraced garden. This is a largely pictorial story of our garden's evolution.
5 comments:
Hoo-boy! You, sir, have opened one BIG can of worms! I could give you links to foodie blogs with pictures of edible flowers. If you hadn't spat the Howard dummy I could invite you to tea, with edible flowers.
I'm sure there will be others to chide you, so I'll just quote Joan Baez who said(or sang) "Give us bread, but give us roses. Hearts cn starve as well as bodies."
Yes, but Joan Baez also said (or sang): "The moon is hot, the stars are cold. I've been there, thats how I know."
I rest my case.
"If mama ain't happy ain't nobody happy"... sounds like you guys NEED more poppies.
I've seen that poppy - appearing on a blog very near you!
Seen one, seen 'em all.
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