While I pretty much have a black thumb when it comes to gardening, a couple plantings have survived my neglect: my irises and Shasta daisy.
The irises are on their second blooming of the season. They remind me of my childhood since we had clusters of flowers just like these scattered all over the yard, though my parents were much better gardeners than I (Mom still is).Baby daisies:Just bloomed:
I'm a crazy proud mother of an 8-year-old Star Wars obsessed black belt boy and 6-year-old clothing and make-up designer girl.
When I'm not teaching high school English or volunteering at my kids' school, I manage our household. If I'm not driving children to and from karate lessons and play dates, I can usually be found logging miles on the gym treadmill, elliptical or stairway to nowhere.
Or sitting under a tree reading a book or magazine.