Verona, Wisconsin, September 2008. Things are starting to look a little tired.
Showing posts with label zinnias. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zinnias. Show all posts
September 5, 2016
August 18, 2016
August 17, 2015
Envious Reunion
Oregon, Wisconsin, August 2015. This is zinnia "Green Envy." The bouquet nicely matched a bowl of guacamole.
June 16, 2015
September 14, 2014
June 26, 2014
September 15, 2013
A Late-Summer Favorite
Verona, Wisconsin, September 2007. We used to grow many zinnia plants for cutting. I've been fond of the flower since I was a child.
August 18, 2013
May 29, 2012
The annuals are planted.
Verona, Wisconsin, June 2007. A visitor arrives to check out the new Zinnias.
May 4, 2012
Thoughtful
Erlangen, Germany, 1946 or 1947. Mom contemplates the blossoms. The flowers likely are Dahlias; Mom does not recall that Zinnias grew in Germany.
UPDATE: In the comments, Peter Hoh identifies the flowers as Zinnias, and he points us to the German origins of Zinnias.
December 10, 2011
Fence me in.
My Parents installed a chain-link fence in the backyard when I was a toddler. I had a tendency to wander, and they decided it would be safest to keep me confined.
Here is a view of the back of the our home before the installation of the fence.
Dad took this photo from the adjacent property, which belonged to my Best Friend's family. My Best Friend's mother grew gorgeous Zinnias in large flowerbeds throughout the family's yard. She also was a wonderful cook who made the best fried chicken I ever ate.
The fence came in handy about eight years later, when we got a dog.
Suburban Chicago, August 1959. This is how the house looked, from the back, not long after my Parents bought it. The stairs lead to the kitchen. My Grandmother, Tatjana, used to bake pies and put them on the stair railing to chill.
Here is a view of the back of the our home before the installation of the fence.
Dad took this photo from the adjacent property, which belonged to my Best Friend's family. My Best Friend's mother grew gorgeous Zinnias in large flowerbeds throughout the family's yard. She also was a wonderful cook who made the best fried chicken I ever ate.
The fence came in handy about eight years later, when we got a dog.
Suburban Chicago, August 1959. This is how the house looked, from the back, not long after my Parents bought it. The stairs lead to the kitchen. My Grandmother, Tatjana, used to bake pies and put them on the stair railing to chill.
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