Sunday, July 05, 2009

The Ballerinas of Bellemaison

With Permission of Edgar Degas

The 'Kan EWA


Carla said...

You have such a lovely garden, years of loving care, I'm sure. Mine is a work in progress.

JBelle said...

I was digging in the dirt in bare feet before I was old enough to vote or drink in the bars. :) It's one of several forms of expression for me and critical to my well being. We had a really bad winter here and I lost well over 100 roses; but oddly, my garden has never looked more beautiful. My daughter was here last weekend and she literally gasped as we walked the paths. My garden, and I, owe a huge debt of gratitude to a cadre of diverse and assorted people who taught me all I know about roses, perennials, flowering shrubs and trees. I am what I am, and my garden is what it is, because of these people. I am the aggregate of their love and wisdom. I am so very grateful.

JBelle said...

and my garden is always, ALWAYS, a work in progress. I have a 1 year, 3 year and 5 year plan that I update annually. ok, you would be the third person this week who tells me I'm compulsive. ;)