No, this is not my house. The dear old man who planted and tended all these flowers was my Dad and he was an absolutely wonderful gardener. His vegetable garden was just as beautiful as his flowers. This is the house my parents lived in long after I was away from home and the year would have been sometime in the early 70's. The pictures are in the late summer or early autumn since the majority of the large colorful clumps of flowers are chrysanthemums.
In this picture, you can see all the rose bushes behind the mums. My sister was a gardener, too, and we would take "garden tours" of each other's gardens. My daughter is also a dedicated enthusiastic gardener - I toured her garden on Sunday. In KC, my oldest granddaughter has taken to gardening and is doing a wonderful job of it. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree sometimes. I miss having a big yard with lots of flowers, but have to admit I miss it less as I grow older. However, I will always have some flowers as long as I can. Nothing more soothing than getting your hands dirty planting flowers!! (Click to enlarge)