On the Verge — Here in the Bonny Glen

July 20, 2009 @ 6:37 am | Filed under: Gardening,Photos

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Jennifer says:

Is that a cornflower? I don’t recognize it right off, but that blue is gorgeous. I hope we get a follow up shot.
Posted on July 20th, 2009 at 7:22 am
monica says:

i keep meaning to share this book with you. it is beautiful and your family will especially love it. the prince of butterflies by bruce corville. one of those where i am reading to the kids and crying at the same time.

heres the link
http://www.amazon.com/Prince-Butterflies-Bruce-Coville/dp/0152014543
Posted on July 20th, 2009 at 8:05 am
Beth says:

*blinks*

You’re growing eyeballs, now?

(I do wonder, at times, if my sense of humor translates well, or at all, via the internets ….).
Posted on July 20th, 2009 at 8:30 am
Melissa Wiley says:

Beth, hover your mouse over the photo so the alt title pops up, and you’ll see that you and I share the same sense of humor….

Monica, that book is going on our TBR list!!

Jenn, I don’t know WHAT it is! I scattered a bag of mixed wildflower seeds, and it’s one of them. The little white flowers around the milkweed in all my photos are also from that mix. I know there are grape soda lupines in there, and poppies, but this of course is neither of those. Waiting for it to bloom so I can look it up!
Posted on July 20th, 2009 at 8:33 am
lickona says:

My first thought: She’s growing the Eye of Sauron!
Posted on July 20th, 2009 at 9:33 am
Beth says:

*laughs* Okay, good.
Posted on July 20th, 2009 at 10:45 am

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