The Best Weekend
And for those who have never seen a picture of me, I submit the following, after barbecued cheeseburger with everything on it, more potato chips than anyone should eat in a sitting, potato salad, watermelon and the best cookies on the face of the planet:
Oh, and the light deceives. The legs, they are shorter than the average bear's, not longer. Sorry. Lord, every weekend should be Memorial Day.
Synopsis: 27 new plant babies. Chief among them are the 3 new hardy Midwest roses (You can take the girl out of the Rose City, but you can't take the Rose City out of the girl.), 4 Pulmonaria, a couple of Monkshood (wolfsbane) some more delphinium and columbine, because you can never have enough of either. Charles spent hours mowing and trimming.
Damn, but the yard looks good! Neither of us wanted to leave for work today, we just wanted to sit around outside and look at it.
Of course, it is supposed to storm for the next few days, which is good for the flowers but makes the grass and weeds grow, too. It'll all be ratty again by Thursday.
Labels: Garden Wars