The Freesia flower is native to South Africa and is not very common here the United States unless you order the bulbs and plant them yourself. The Flower has a moderately strong and spicy fragrance. Many French perfumers use it as a tangy middle note when creating a natural flowery perfume. I found these at a specialty flower shop not too far from where I work and now the bulbs are planted next to my Chamomile just outside of my back door.
This is the Chamomile that I planted last year just outside of my back door. My Mother enjoyed it very much so I have always had it planted around my property in one place or another over the years. The tiny flowers of the Chamomile are very fragrant when they are crushed. They can be used to scent your bath or flavor your tea. Chamomile has a very calming effect. I like to use Chamomile in iced tea. I heat the water and add the crushed Chamomile to the water and let it completely disolve and then add whatever type of tea I am using to make my iced tea. Let the tea cool naturally and there you have it, tea ready to be chilled.
This year I went back to using a rabbit fence. I took the old beat up and unsightly fence down a few years ago and grew only flowers and tomatoes and a variety of peppers for the last few years. This year I have beefsteak tomatoes along with cayenne and jalapeno peppers and something new for me; a golden variety of the sweet bell peppers for something different. I added two types of spinach and two types of loose leaf lettuce and the rabbits are not happy about the new fence. Notice the grape vine in the one photo. It was here when I moved here. I spread it out over wire and stakes and it produces very sweet purple grapes. I told my neighbor to bring his grandchildren down to pick grapes a few years back but now they are all grown up. I still maintain the vine and take most of the grapes to work for my co-workers and me!
This is what has been keeping me busy along with the regular cutting and trimming of the rest of my modest little slice of Chester County, Pennsylvania.
I hope you enjoyed my little tour Joanne.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.