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| I name my trees. This is Kizzie, after my Grannie. |
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| Teakwood rockers after a bath of Arm and Hammer detergent and OxiClean, sunning, almost ready for the front porch |
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| My first rose garden, 14 of 16 planted are thriving |
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| rose garden detail |
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| This was a gift from my sons when they were little guys. I believe it was for Mother's Day. Years ago I would say it had rust on it, but these days it's called patina. |
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| Bradford pear blooms, woods behind, blue sky above |
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| They didn't come as clean as I'd like, but at least I know they've been washed. They are also being readied for the front porch. |
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| Bradford pear bloom details |
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| Mr. Bee doing his springtime thing |
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| Geraniums, wandering Jew, aloe, gardenia! |
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| We want out!!! The begonias and kalanchoe have greenhouse fever. |
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| Mr. A readying the mowers. That's right, mowers. One for each of us. |
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| Erma Bombeck was right. The grass is always greener over the septic tank. The sycamore tree is still nekkid, but I'm sure it'll get its glory on soon. |
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| Keep reaching for the sky! |
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| My favorite of the day |
















