


Not ashamed to confess I’m a flower freak. My neighbor’s tea roses stop me in my tracks. I stand over my freesias (they smell like Froot Loops) crooning “Grow, Grow!” And my children were late to school today because I insisted that we stop the van and pick some of the magnificent magnolias blooming right now on Habersham (a few months earlier than last year, am I right?)
Obviously, my family has it easy for Mother’s Day. But instead of a store-bought bouquet this year, I got to experience more lasting blooms:
Friday evening we attended artist and former skirt! profile Tiffani Taylor’s latest show at Hospice Savannah. Tiffani herself is as lovely as any of the flowers she paints, and her work is layered with gold, prayer cards, coffee grounds and other natural materials that make it come alive. Here we are in front of one of her studies of a Paris flower market (the two small people are my own pollination products):
The exhibit will be hanging at Hospice through June – stop by!
Already tipsy on color, texture and pink champagne, I dragged the family next door to the highly under-appreciated Savannah Botanical Gardens where the volunteer-maintained rose garden is in full bloom. The Gardens are free and open the public (there’s a donation box) so I couldn’t understand why we were the only ones there!
Well, not the only ones. My little girl discovered these two since they were at her eyeball height:

What’s the rent on a rose condo these days? I’d like to inquire about the penthouse suite...