Fuchsia Farmgirl

Who doesn't  like a flamboyant fuchsia?

Sue loves fuchsias.

I like fuchsias a lot.

Sue's fuchsia hangs from the tower balcony    

The building of the house out on The Pilchuck was not of keen interest for Sue. But where she really got enthusiastic was when the garden and landscape concepts were being discussed.

Knowing her interests, I made sure that in her final days of her summer visit that we indulged in some fancy, flamboyant fuchsia farming. We motored into Stanwood to the farms supply store, found some bedraggled potted fuchsias. I picked up some eye-bolts to screw into the underside of the beams supporting the tower balcony. The lady was excited to get a trowel in hand and do some dirt work, filling the two hanging baskets and replanting the flowers.

With a smile on her face and sandy loam grit in her teeth, she was all atwitter to do some dirty work for the festive fuchsia baskets that had just found a happy home.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

My fuchsia farmgirl in her natural element. 

Oh, you know who else adores fuchsias? Hummingbirds! 

With the flowering and thriving baskets hanging outside my office window, I can often look up and out the window and see a hummingbird drinking the nectar.

I have come to love fuchsias.