Coddled Eggs

Coddled Eggs

Tuesday 13 December 2016

                            Cup and saucer posy's

Yet again that old man time creeps up ...yes....  time to have my lovely friends visit.
Some of the delightful residents from Elmslie House come by the garden  and this time I decided to pick up some cups and saucers from the local recycle center to make cup and saucer posy's with them.

I selected the flowers and cut them ready ,cut up the oasis and popped a piece in each cup then filled each cup with water.The ladies got to, quick smart with big smiles lots of laughter and nimble florist fingers.

What a delightful way to spend a Summer day.

Thank goodness the Spring was late this year ...so many blooms ready.


You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.
 Walter Hagen

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light. 
Theodore Roethke







I just love ladies mantle .My first plant was given to me by Olive Dunn a dear dear wee friend  ....Look at this wonderful blog page .I love the herbalist blogspot
http://herbalisl.blogspot.co.nz/2009/10/ladys-mantle-green-alchemist.html 








Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. 
Walt Whitman
this was my favourite one 



Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul. Luther Burbank
This lovely lady even sang for me 

How happy everyone was 

Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy. Others think love can be measured in bunches of flowers, or by using the words 'for ever.' But love can only truly be measured by actions. It can be a small thing, such as peeling an orange for a person you love because you know they don't like doing it. 
Marian Keyes
How lucky am I to have these very special people in my life 

Back at Elmslie House what a pretty show.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air. 
Georges Bernanos