Now I know Mr. Cardinal is giving Mrs. Cardinal a seed or something. But doesn't it look for all the world like he's romantically kissing her?
Such a lovely couple. I'm honored to have them in my yard. They remind me that some species mate for life.
Seeds you guys have mailed me are sprouting up through the mulch.
The vintage wagon, waiting to be called to duty.
I'm so happy with my fence garden. But I just got back from seeing my internist. He said: "Boy, you've made your hands awfully angry."
This because when I dug all the sod up to create this garden, I caused injuries to my hands. And they don't seem to be getting any better with rest. There are pockets of edema under the skin on my left hand, and you can't even see my knuckles. (And I've always had bony looking hands.)
{A rose bloom!}
He wrapped it up, but how can I garden with a wrapped up hand, I ask you? Yet, I'd better try, or I won't be sewing either.
Doesn't it drive you crazy that you have all this energy to get things done, and your body just won't accommodate?
Guess I'm going to be attempting to borrow a tiller for the next garden space. Because you know nothing is keeping me out of that yard.
