Springtime in Atlanta
When it is cold and wet, my thoughts turn to springtime and I remember springtimes past. My first year in Atlanta (actually I lived in a suburb of Atlanta - Marietta) was breathtaking in its beauty, particularly for someone raised in Texas. This was the scene on my trip home from work every afternoon - that is Kennesaw mountain in the background.
Recent Entries
- 6 Weeks worth of Bloom
- Daylily - Misty Mayhaw
- Tommy’s Recovery
- I’m back - and my flowers are beginning to bloom
- Wordless Wednesday: In Atlanta: My sister Gerry’s Azaleas
- My Nephew Tommy is out of the woods
- I’ve been at the hospital
- Photo Hunters: Theme “Empty” - Empty Vases Ready for Spring
- Finally - delayed orchids arrived today!
- Thursday Thirteen: Favorite Desserts
