A visit to Bow Street Flowers means a flower filled house. The scent of lilacs is with me as I write this. When I was...

When I visit Bow Street Flowers I don't want to leave. I wonder if Shelley will let me move in--all ...

I'm still painting all the greens . Sometimes flowers creep in. Sometimes I paint other things, but these are t...

The first flowers of spring have finally popped up in my yard, next to the birdbath.  In honor of the flowers of my last two posts, here...

flowers at home Yesterday I drove the first leg of a trip and hit hell traffic,  a zone of time and space where it seemed certain th...

In the country this weekend, the only flowers I saw were these little yellow ones (hawkweed?) growing alongside the ditch. Todd, who...

No flowers in the garden.  I keep looking, where the first crocus, the first snowdrop,  usually appear. But it will happen--I kn...