Meet Me Under the Apple Tree

Hello, sweet friends, I hope all is well!

I have been busy in the gardens, so I thought

I would share a few lovely moments. 

I set up a little picnic under the blooming apple trees,

 one beautiful sunny day. 

A dear, new blogger friend, Michele, sent me these sweet tokens

of friendship as a thank-you for the gifts I sent her 

in the tea-cup exchange I participated in through

Stephanie's blog, The Enchanting Rose. 

I took them out with me for my picnic. 

I hung the charming, hand-made birdhouse...

And the sweet, tiny teacup ornament.....

I added a basket of speckled eggs. 

Just because....

I snipped a few forget-me-nots for my hand-painted vase.

The 'Geisha' bamboo plate and tea mug
were recent thrifty finds.

One of my favorite books is 'Memoirs of a Geisha'.

The tea cup has a handy lid for keeping unwanted sippers out :)

I brought along my flower press to
preserve sweet memories of spring.

Apple tree blossoms......

Wildflowers and azalea.

Wild bleeding heart and vinca blossoms.

Forget-me-not, buttercup and dandelion.
These will be used for creating lovely cards
when pressed and dry.

The rock garden full of forget-me-not.
(And a few dandelions :)
Whitey Bear sits by the holly tree.

That is where Ramblin' Man told me to
turn around the first time he brought
me to see the property.

When I turned around, there was Mt. Rainier.

Little did I know that I would be roughing it
for the next 3 years in a 32 ft. vintage trailer,
with 3 little ones and 1 on the way,
 while we built our home.

We were so young, with so many dreams.....

Delicate blooms protected from
4-footed friends with wire fencing.

Who would that be, I wonder?

Salmon berry blossoms.

Wearing my 1930's vintage apron with the flower
brooch Michele sent me.

This little apron needs to be pinned
to stay in place.

Looking up to see the shy Band-Tailed Pigeons.

They were courting and cooing to each other.
These wild pigeons are 14 and 1/2 inches long,
with overall gray coloring and a narrow white band on the
nape of the neck, black-tipped yellow bill and yellow legs.

They love the black oil sunflower seeds I put out for them.

The guide book says they are non-migrators,
but they are nomads,
disappearing for the winter and reappearing in spring
despite a steady supply of seed.

Late afternoon shadows as my picnic comes to an end.

It was a wonderful day
under the apple trees.

The flower press is now full of sweet spring memories.

Memories of apple blossoms, wildflowers,
and dear, sweet friendship.

xoxo

A lovely day.

Thank you for joining me, dear friends!

xoxo

Then flash the wings returning summer calls
Through the deep arches of her forest halls.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes -

xoxo

Today I am linking with:
Flower Wednesday



Won't you join the fun?

Sending thoughts and prayers to all those
affected by the recent storms and flooding
across the South and in Europe.