Sequim Daily Photo
Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
Just in case you ever wondered what to do with an old metal bedstead.
It almost looks like spring. 🙂
I suppose that is one way to hide something with great beauty. That is the kind of bed I slept in during World War II.
c’est presque la jungle. l’idee de la tete de lit est tres bonne
it is almost the jungle. the idea of the bedhead is very good
Ha! Great idea indeed 😀
To answer your question about whether we grow lavender in Jamaica. Unfortunately we don’t. I don’t think it would do very well in our climate. 🙁
Nice ! And are there mattress, the sheets and the pillows ?
I like these flowers, in French “croscosme”, I find there are so cheerful and light at the same time
I planted some in my garden last Spring, I hope I will have plenty growing in a few years…
In another side, just the wood would do a good bed
I did so for my daughter’s bedroom, just some planks…
Creative and colourful–both make the picture a “keeper.”
The anti spam word is unpretentious. This photo is an unpretentious flower bed.
Beautiful color and the purple headrail is really pretty.
It is nice to see things like this being reused instead of thrown away. And the colors are gorgeous! We have some creative gardeners in San Diego as well – you might remember the post I made a few months ago with the old stove being used in the garden.
Nice play on the word “bed”! One sees a lot of otherwise mundane items reused creatively around the village I’m in. I like it.
The beauty of nature along with
the beauty of human creativity.
I love it!
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens . . .
The ending of the poem pleases its readers when the woman says . . .
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Who wrote this one?
I like it a lot!
What a great idea!
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