Friday, August 29, 2008

The Moonflowers...

One night I noticed that the a couple of the flowers had bloomed so me and my trusty helper went out to get a picture of them...he stopped to eat grass.
He needs it so he can throw up on something that cost oodles of money...like the satellite reciever box or my favorite leather jacket.




Damn Cat!!


We found this huge bloom! And the smell!!!


It had all these other bloom fixin'ta open at any moment....3 days later......It was full of flowers!!
Roy was concerned that I didn't get a good photo of them, so the next mornin' he took these....
Just gorgeous!!!
Thanks Jean!!

5 comments:

Miss Thystle said...

so pretty!

MizAngie said...

WOW! Those are amazing!!

Pretty kitty, too.

Vickie said...

Beautiful flowers. I gives such a peaceful feeling.
Peace

Bird said...

That cat comment just cracked me up!

I think my MIL has some flowers like that.

Anonymous said...

Hello My Dear Friend:
You are a gem...did you know that? You keep an eye on me and you pop in just at the right time to put your shoulder under my arm and prop me back up. Thank you!!
I got a huge, wonderful, healing laugh from your comment about the cat throwing up on all your expensive stuff...lol...it's sadly true, though...they do that!! I have hardwood floors all through my house and when they need to throw up, they run like hell to the one area rug in the living room so they can throw up on that...lol. Shitheads!!
And the first picture of those flowers...the one before they open....well, they kinda look like a bunch of little "willys" poking up (if ya don't know what a "willy" is...it has something to do with sex. At least, that's what I've heard...I'm not speaking from personal experience, ya know!....LMAO!!).
Do you know what those flowers are called. They look exactly like a flower that we call "Morning Glory"....only, it's not a flower...it's a weed, and it's all over my damn yard!!
Thanks again for caring about me, sweetie. I'm so lucky to have people like you in my life, because if I had to depend on my family for support, I'd be "smidt" out of luck.
Hugs and Love,
Diane