Well, kinda, but not really. But still pretty.
Ah Mother! “You are nice.”
After last year’s record cold spring, the pleasant string of weekends has our garden insanely full of flowers, bees, and birds looking to make nests.
Here’s an old shot I found on the online tax archives of our house, circa 1980.
It took two weeks, but the old furnace is finally out of the crawl space.
As summer starts to fade, the poppies lose their prominence to Black-eyed Susans. It’s lovely.
An old scrap of paper found under the porch.
We picked the wrong place to hang a birdhouse.
I am giving ourselves a B- for our winter gardening skills. We just finished the last of the leeks, the rabbit got some freshly dug carrots, and we’re serving homegrown salad to a party of ten tomorrow night.
Starting with nothing but square yard lined with arborvitae, we headed toward our July wedding and summer BBQ season with a vision: flowering madness and food to eat.
The pleasure of the garden is often in the small details.
Coming home from our mini-moon, we find two baby possums in the bottom of our yard waste container. Now what?