Daniel and I spent Easter Sunday at my parents’ house (where we hunt Easter eggs each year even though we’re technically grown ups). I brought my camera along and wandered around my dad’s gorgeous gardens for a little while. If I take a shine to a particular plant he always tries to split it and give me one of my own. It’s like a free garden shop! Jealous? I’m going to place an order for a Praying Hands Hosta (top right) next. I’m hoping my dad will fill his blog with gardening tips, because I need all the help I can get!
I guess they are technically my mom’s gardens too, but I never really think of them that way since Dad does most of the digging. Sorry Mom!