My front porch in May is a transitional project, awaiting the arrival of flowers on Mother’s Day, a tradition that T began and that I very much enjoy. In the meantime, I made a posey wreath for the front door.
By Mother’s Day, there is enough warm weather to enable most of my indoor plants to travel outside for the summer warmth and sun. The shefflura grew like gangbusters all winter; I’m hoping that my drooping fuchsia recovers this summer.
I have hanging baskets of New Guinea impatiens with vinca vines. These are the loveliest baskets I’ve ever chosen and that T helped me pick them out in a steady, cold rain is proof of how spoiled I am.
I’ve a planter full of double begonias.
There are pansies, impatiens, a Gerbera daisy, and a pot of ivy.
May’s beauty is a lovely salve on long, busy days and I’m looking forward to spending some relaxing summer hours in this happy patch of loveliness.