Just gorgeous! One of my favorites! :) Do you have any white ones? My friend has a white one and it's pretty, too. I think I like the pink a little better.
Beautiful flowers, beautiful quote.Thanks!Pat
Willow...this bleeding heart is just gorgeous...I stopped by to see Betsy and your two sweet sister's thoughts running along the same path today...Both are so beautiful...Have a beautiful weekend..Dee Dee
Simply lovely. Nature is magic.
No, mine are all pink. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen a white one...sounds beautiful.
Beautiful shot. And thank you for introducing me to Berton Braley ....
You're welcome, David. Thanks, but I was wishing I had taken it with your cool new lense!
My wife loves bleeding hearts. I'm sure she'll plant some once I get the sprinklers put in (doing it now) and we move into the house. Blessings.
I've not had much luck with bleeding hearts - maybe too humid here. My own heart has ached at times but never bled, thank the Lord!!Thanks for commenting on my bird babies - I am still astounded that they all came back for a visit!!I adore Nature.
Lovely photo of a beautiful flower, the cake recipe looks good too, I might get one of my carers to have a go at that!
Good morning, Mima. Welcome to Willow Manor! I'm glad you came over. Yes, have them make that little orange cake. I think you will really like it. :)
Strider, I didn't realize you were in the process of moving. Did you build?
I watched The World of Henry Orient this morning and I just have a one word review....Delightful!
From all the little snippets I'm gathering on your blog I imagine that Willow Manor is very beautiful.
Very lovely..Mine are still going strong:-)...I want to get some of the white ones as well.
I love the photo, Willow. Bleeding hearts do not grow well in our mediterranean climate so I enjoy seeing yours as I miss the Pacific Northwest flowers of my past.
Stevie, I'm so glad you enjoyed Henry Orient. The girls so reminded me of myself at that age and time period.
Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence. ― O. Henry (and me)