I didn't go far away during the May Day holiday, and I made poems at home. I bought a new pot of longevity flowers, heavy petals, bright as peach blossoms, and put them in the air, you know. Fortunately, there is scattered light on it, not so it is

I didn't go far away during the May Day holiday, and I made poems at home.

I bought a new pot of longevity flowers, heavy petals, bright as peach blossoms, and put them in the air, you know. Fortunately, there is scattered light on it, so it is not too depressed.

Margaret had bloomed, and the second flower was noticeably less, and this one was now thriving.

White sunflower fairy not to mention, but also very good service, worth having!

The candy is still blooming and dotting my little garden.

After the blue snowflakes change pots and soils, they usher in the flowering period, and there will be more and more flowers one after another.

This pot of geranium powder girl was placed in the position where the sunlight was strongest against the window, and it bloomed one after another.

Fuchsia is a tall variety that does not bloom until a certain height. Also in order to reach the sun, it stretched out and poked its head out, otherwise the bud would not open. Plant survival is quite strong.

The last pot is geranium pink applause, bought back a few days after most of the leaves are yellow, the buds are also wilted, cut off and change the pot, now the growth is promising.

The gardener's holidays are very tired and busy, all because of the flowers. Last night, during dinner, I heard a loud "popping" on the balcony, a newly transplanted onion orchid stacked on two pots, the pot fell down, broke, and the freshly watered soil was thrown to the ground, and I really felt like a chicken feather. Today I replanted and cleaned up the balcony to prevent myself from becoming a rag king.

For the sake of these flowers, Saturday and Sunday sleep and forget food, hovering between value and worthlessness.