I've got a bad case of it, "Flower Envy".
I recently took a walk through Woodward Park in Tulsa. A feast for the eyes. What is it about flowers that make women swoon? I dream of lush, big gardens that I can enjoy every time I step out my door, then I'm reminded that most things, including flowers, begin as "babies".
First Spring in this house.
Dreaming is free and unlimited.
Got any "babies" at your house?