Gladiolas for mom

This is a salute to my mother. We always had gladiolas from the store all the time. Dad loved to buy mom fresh flowers and for some reason we always had glads.

So this year I attempted at growing my own and succeeded.

So even in our hot Florida sun, beauty and memories can bloom.

And just so the guys don't feel this is a complete waste of time on mushy girly sentiment here is a picture of the construction going on right along our black fence.

I will get back to this later. There is alot to tell about all this construction next door.. including our free privacy wall and dirt, and hopefuly a tree removal and now new barbed wire fencing. So exciting living here in the wilds of Florida. 

Girl Schmuck signing off.