Beauty Underneath

Black Eyed Susan

My tiny pot of Black-Eyed-Susans was definitely worse for wear after the 4th. Our family’s five-day extravaganza of playing in the lake by day and talking into the wee hours of night watered everyone’s souls (especially mine.)

However, watered souls did not translate into watered plants. I stepped out onto the deck and winced at the sorry looking flowers. [Read more…]