Red Flowers

These are just few of the red flowers in a friend's garden. I sat there for many hours watching butterflies. An idea came to mind....I brought home some seeds and stems to plant. My own butterfly garden is soon done.

Gardens are not made by singing
“Oh how beautiful”
and sitting in the shade.
  by Rudyard Kipling

 

I work under the sun till brown. Legs are sore from squatting on the ground. Arm muscles stiffens tilling dirt and pulling weeds.  My able little helpers are eager to catch the butterflies we long to see.

One of the most delightful things about a garden
is the anticipation it provides. 
by W.E. Johns, The Passing Show



More red stuff here:
Ruby Tuesday