Happy Mother's Day

It makes me happy that I have found my passion for gardening again. Being outside in my yard is my happiest place. I feel most myself there. Neglecting things for a year (two years, actually) really made for a lot of work, but it's fun uncovering and rediscovering everything. Like the book/movie The Secret Garden!

I spent some of my Mother's Day outside, among my dogs and cats and chicken and fish, planting annuals and tomatoes. Heaven.

My father game me the Planter's Peanut jar (in my wheelbarrow) full of lime years ago. He told me to toss a handful in when I planted a tomato plant. I am down to the bottom the jar now. I can't bear to use it all up. I'll have to save just a bit forever.

The sundial with Hen and Chicks was in my mother's flower garden. It's been sitting in my backyard for the past couple years. Husband and son drug it up to my driveway courtyard for me, and I filled up the empty spaces with new Hen and Chicks. The pointy part of the arrow rusted and broke off. I hope to be able to glue it or somehow reattach it. I love having things from my parents' gardens.

Out the kitchen door.

Down the back stairs.

'Cl. White Maman Cochet'

Flower Girl Hill

'William R. Smith'

'Graham Thomas'

One of my favorite roses. The color is amazing.

'Graham Thomas'

'Perle d'Or'

Love.

Front Garden

'Pat Austin'

Peony 'Festiva Maxima'

'Crown Princess Margareta'

'Crown Princess Margareta'

'Molineux'

Happy Chickens