|So happy the geraniums are out of the greenhouse and onto my porch!|
The black fur is Maggie's, a canine photobomb.
|Po' folks bird feeder and bird bath: stumps topped with a plate from Big Lots and a plant saucer.|
|Another bird feeder made from repurposed objects, an inverted cracked pot topped with a plant saucer.|
The real one is a gift from my older son and his wife, a very thoughtful gift! I'd
wager it was my daughter-in-love's idea as she gives great gifts.
|The brown capped sparrows don't mind my feeder improvisation.|
|This is the spring/summer/fall spot, under a shade tree. The table in the middle--a|
friend of Mr. A's threw it in the trash and Mr. A brought it home. After the friend passed
away, the table he deemed trash was even more of a treasure to us.
|The view from my front door|
|Seed for the birdies, food for the kitty, not the dog, "too rich," says the vet,|
and water for both plus the occasional lizard which drops by to sup. This table
and its twin (on the back deck) came from an estate sale.
|Tea olive to the left, planted just outside front door as my mother recommended for|
the heavenly scent. If you like jasmine and magnolia, you'll like tea olive.
|Tea olive bloom detail. The blossoms put out a lot of scent for their size.|
|Yep, wash the pet dishes and the bird feeders with different brushes. It's disgusting|
what the doves do in the feeders! Please don't diagnose me for this--I will not take
a pill for it.
|My rose garden grows. Even the ones which appear to have no leaves have leaves,|
albeit very tiny ones at this point.
|Wildflowers are the prettiest, so said my late father-in-law. They always make me think|
|We have a little sweat equity in these magnolias--dug them up from the woods. Also|
dug up an old rusty pipe, a brick...
|Spirea, or bride's wreath, call it what you will, I call it beautiful|
|Can't leave out Mr. A's windmill|
|Home sweet home|
|Crepe myrtles have leafed|
|Found this iron work all rusted in a thrift store, Mr. A|
painted it black. Yard shoes for work, yard shoes for
play, bare feet for blogging