A glorious weekend, wrapped up in sunshine, baseball, skaters, flowers and a few surprises.
This morning, while strolling about the garden, I noticed that my compost barrel was missing. Compost on the ground, and the barrel? Gone. It’s a mystery.
Earlier this week: Clean up on aisle two. Who spilled the molasses?
Rocky got a hair cut. He was a shaggy mess. Before:
So handsome! The following day, I took him to the vet for dental work, a cleaning supposedly. When I picked him up, the vet greeted me with a bag full of bloody teeth. 10 to be exact. Poor baby.
More baskets in the garden. My yard is so wrecked up this year, that the only digging I’m doing is in pots. Want color and a no fuss flower on your porch or patio? Pick up a pot of petunias. They are easy, hardy, fragrant, and fun!
And then finally, after 10 years here, I still jump when this neighbor comes to visit, but I work around him.
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