... Quite all right to ask for a little bit more of anything that makes you happy.
Azaleas are re-blooming for the umpteenth time. Plump, pink buds ready to open as soon as the big flower's time is up.
Early this morning I was anxiously awaiting the end of the coffee pot's drip, drip, drip. The signal I can begin my day. Busying myself, inspecting the flowers and thinking about that idea: HappyThankYouMorePlease and what, exactly, makes me happy.
The face only a Mother could love. Plumeria stalks are preparing to set their first leaves.
Certainly flowers do. You can't get a job in my indoor garden if you won't flower. But what really makes me happy...
What really and truly gets me excited is not always the flower...
Delicate Cyclamen buds hiding in the shade of the big green leaves.
It's that spiffy green growth and new tiny buds ~ the promise of another flower. After the ones the store provided, the flowers that prompted me to buy her in the first place, are all gone.
Look close. Pink and yellow Rosebuds are hatching a plan.
Same deal outdoors. Half the time I look right past the gorgeous blossom to see who's waiting in the wings to do the same darn thing.
African Violets ~ Maybe, just maybe, will be showing off for Garden Bloggers Bloom Day.
The day I started behaving like that is the day I feel I officially became a gardener. When those little buds that nobody sees but me suddenly became my gratification.
Because they tell me the whole story.
Which always prompts me to exclaim:
Hey! You're not dead??
Perhaps I'm a good gardener, after all!
Bonus Photo: Even my leftover produce is in a happy growing mood these days.