White lilacs permeated the air with the sweetest fragrance ...
and the snowball bush became entertainment central for two children. The limbs of the old shrub lopped over creating secret places beneath branches of big white snowballs. Snowball fights ensued and blossoms fell to the ground creating a white cover in spring. Later an antique white rose bloomed in June filling the air just beneath the kitchen window with heavenly fragrance. These whites I enjoyed and treasured.
As far as the garden… no white blooms beyond baby’s breath and tiny blossoms of herbs could be found dancing in my garden. I preferred flamboyant reds, joyful yellows, cool blues, gentle pinks, and powerful purples tripping the light fantastic throughout my garden.
Come sit with me in the arbor while we ponder a waltz.
I decided to make white the theme for January, but truth is I took very few photos of white flowers over the last growing season, but I’m sharing what I have. This is my nod to white flowers and opening my horizons to include more white in the future.
I'd like to tango with a hydrangea, weaving over and under in a sensual dance.
A group of daisies, along the brick wall, stood nodding in time to music of summer breezes.
Chalky white Dusty Miller sat among the Lobelia playing second fiddle.
Oh Miss Hollyhock, dressed for the ball, can I lead you onto the dance floor?
Light turned the gold grass white while reaching for a blue November sky in a last dance before snow flies.