My mom noticed these way behind the house in the backyard, just at the edge of the woods. I think the flower fairy planted them.
Why is it that I always feel like a murderer after picking flowers?
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My mom noticed these way behind the house in the backyard, just at the edge of the woods. I think the flower fairy planted them.
Why is it that I always feel like a murderer after picking flowers?
I feel the same way.
As far as planting them, when I was talking to a friend about all the raspberries we have, she talked about finding a random rasp plant somewhere. Birds used to hang out above it. There was a raspberry bush near by & they ate the berries – then pooped – therefore planting seeds. LMAO… the circle of life. Cut away, Hooey. Dem are pretty flowers. Life will make more just for you π
That’s exactly what I thought happened, but my mom pointed out that those are bulb flowers, which means they’re planted. I still don’t know — they’re all over the place down our street.
Meh, if you’d left ’em out there, Owen woulda killed ’em anyway. π
Adam
Or this very nasty Hail we just had.
So look at it this way, they are going to live a little longer and you can enjoy them.
They’re outside his perimeter, but he probbaly would have found a way…
I know the feelingβI still can’t cut orchids. But I always tell myself it’s just like Doritos: they’ll make more.
ROFL!! That’s a good point. π
I’m noticing you didn’t take a pic of the first spot after you’d plucked the flowers. π That might be a better answer to your question, LOL…
My mom actually cut them, at which point I was recording that video of Owen at the fence. π
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed
Up there came a flower
the people said a weed.
So sweet.
They don’t last very long anyway. Personally, I am waiting for my tulips to pop up. *stares at her bulbs*
They had BEAUTIFUL tulips at the country club on Easter. I almost took pictures but it was kind of fancy and I thought they might toss me out. π
Beautiful flowers!! I love them!! And they are so spring-like!
I know!! They’re still going strong…
I feel the same way! Adam laughs at me because I’ll get flowers in the Supermarket, but won’t pick them from our lawn. I can’t help it. I don’t shoot cows in the head, either. Not that you’re a cow head shooter. Oh, dear. Stop writing, Robin. Turn off the laptop.
OMG Robin you KILL me!