I saw these flowers on yards. I can’t figure out what is the name of it. I wanted to buy the seeds because I’m hoping to have a carpet of it next spring. Do you know the name? I would be so grateful if you could tell me.


I saw these flowers on yards. I can’t figure out what is the name of it. I wanted to buy the seeds because I’m hoping to have a carpet of it next spring. Do you know the name? I would be so grateful if you could tell me.


My earliest memories of Christmas are the carolers that come and visit late and night. We’d give them hot chocolate to drink and some sweet bread and cakes. Later on, when I was older, I was one of the carolers. Through singing, we’d raise funds for one worthy cause after another. It’s fun. On Christmas eve, I love the luscious table that my mother would prepare along with her team of maids. We’d have what I consider the Christmas flowers, Poinsettia. Do you know that it comes from a big tree? At least one of our neighbors has this tree with flowers. We’d have it in every corner of our house to make it festive and full of holiday cheer. I love the red ones and the white ones too. They always look so wonderful. I can never look at this flower without thinking of Christmas. Which is why every year, I send a flower arrangement for my sister for the holidays. We can’t always be together, but she’ll know I’m thinking of her. 1-800-flowers have some extraordinary collection to choose from. I think stores like this are wonderful. They’re doing great service for people like me who likes to send flowers from far away. They have many selections for presents of under $100 dollar gifts.
I love these flowers and doorway, don’t you? It’s a gateway to a neighborhood full of exclusive palacial homes. We do not live right next door, but they’re within walking distance, and it’s always pleasant to be around so much beauty.
Then this picture reminds me of something. Even on a beautiful day such as this, nature does what nature do. Look right in the middle of this picture. You’ll see a bird. It’s not just any bird, it’s a vulture eating a dead squirrel. I guess someday has to take care of it. It’s not a pleasant job.