We got to get ourselves back to the Garden...
I spent a good part of yesterday constructing teepees for the pole beans. My wrist is sore from pounding the stakes.
The poppies are coming up. I've always felt a kinship with these flowers. Huge, billowy blossoms, in an outrageous color.
Lettuce patch.
Pink lilac.
Sweet chive.
I love the tattered one out front.
Twig wreath
He always looks to me to be hiding a secret, or laughing at me.
'S a big bucket a pansies.
I like to hide here sometimes.
It's called Fuchsia.
Trellis.
I spent the weekend in the garden. I feel totally exhausted, but good. Maybe this will help fill in the background a bit...
And, no, I didn't take any photos of myself in the garden. Leave a girl some pride... I'm generally COVERED with dirt and sunscreen and wearing a freaking sombrero with a brim wider than my shoulders.
Seriously, not pretty.