I'm A Country Girl

As part of my of my newly minted effort to not spend money, I did not purchase flowers for my dinner party.  It's unnecessary in the summer anyway, especially since I was going for a rustic look.  I threw on my apron, stuck my gardening shears and camera in its pockets, whistled for Dixie, and set off.

Dixie was much more interested in chasing deer and bunnies, but she tried to help nose out any flowers.  I knew I was in luck when I found this-

The hydrangea bush resides next to the tear down house on my property.  I need to figure out how to dig it up, and relocate it.  That might be a Mama project, as my green thumb skills are sorely lacking.

Then I headed over to snip some of Mama's profusion of Black Eyed Susans (which is one of my favorite flower names). 

Dixie was very helpful in picking out which were the prettiest.

Then we lucked out and found some of the prettiest Queen Anne's Lace growing on the side of the road.

I'm allergic to bees, so cutting these was a bit terrifying as it was like sticking my hand in a bee hive and stealing their lunch.  I made it out unscathed though, with a basket full of beautiful flowers, ready to be arranged.

Then it immediately started to downpour. However, I did not freak out, but instead started cooking the individual squash casseroles I was supposed to make the night before, but instead I had sat on the porch with Lou and AK drinking wine spritzers. Oops.

My whole morning in the woods reminded me of my childhood, when my trusty golden retriever companion, Hunter, and Brother and I would spend the day exploring the hundreds of acres of woods around our childhood home.

Wild little Appalachians swinging on grapevines.