My yard is my most favorite part of our house.
It is a work in progress. A lot of hard work has been put into it. I think that is why we love it so much. It is like another member of the family that needs nurturing and encouragement.
Yesterday, as I took my daily morning stroll, I had my camera in hand. These photos are just from the backyard. Front yard to come shortly as I am waiting for my peony to burst open. The veggie garden will be another post as well.
Things are off to a beautiful start around here.
During my daily stroll out to the garden, I actually was startled by this little fella…
He wasn’t frightened of me though, which only leads me to believe, I must be his God Mother. Remember this? and this? Surely, our history makes me a relative, right?
It was nice to see him. I’ve wondered what happened to all those sweet bunnies that used to fit in the palm of our hands. I think we have some sort of unsaid understanding though. He leaves my garden alone and I set out treats for him. It is a simple rabbit/human rule.
After saying hello to him, I examined the garden. Things are growing nicely even though my soil is low in potassium. This will be fixed this weekend.
On my way back to the house, these three dandelions were calling my name…standing so sweetly next to my path.
A picture perfect morning.
I’ve been itching to do this project for years now. We have a pretty small ranch and when you walk in, there is no place to put your coat. We all end up throwing them on chairs, railings, beds, floors…you name it. It really drove me crazy. I was in Lowes the other day and picked up hooks. I’ve looked on Pinterest and stuff to find really cool ones but let’s face it, they are going to be hidden. On top of that, I only have a few inches behind the door so having beautiful long hooks is out of the question anyways.
About an hour and a half ago, the space looked like this:
and now it looks like this:
Little Cubby helped me. He pretended to level and drill and stand on the step stool. Pretty cute!
I’m absolutely thrilled with the result. Practical and not bad looking either. I would love to get rid of that horrible door but it is not going to happen now. One day though.
Are there projects you’ve been wanting to do around the house? What are they? What kind of push do you need?
Being that I love P. Allen Smith and record all his shows and watch them faithfully, four years ago, I planted New Dawn roses at the base of an arbor.
In the opening of his show there is always a picture of an arbor with these roses that is so magnificent I can’t stand it. I wanted one of my own. I have learned so much from his show. Slowly but surely my house is becoming my garden home. I’ve made lots of mistakes such as the time I pruned my hydrangea and didn’t realize that I cut off all potential flower clusters. No blooms that year. I’ve planted and replanted. I’ve dug up things I planted. I move things around to find that perfect design a lot.
I have dreams for paths and focal points and areas of mystery and whimsy. Maybe one day I can achieve that but for now I just want to share my New Dawn roses.
They were just starting to bloom here. Now, it is covered. I have to figure out how to prune this beast though. The thorns are treacherous and I have trouble guiding the branches to where I want them to go.
In time.
Thanks P. Allen Smith!
I love when things like this happen.
Running out this morning to do some errands and I glance in the flower bed in front of the house and I see eggs. About six hatched and then crushed egg shells. It has nothing to do with Easter either. These eggs were buried in an obvious hole and then something hatched out of them. Turtles? Snakes? Any thoughts?
I’m walking with extra caution for some reason now. Too many episodes of Fringe I guess.
What do you make of this?
I’ve seen about a zillion pictures I needed to take just because I don’t have my camera. Poor me. I’ve been sitting by the phone waiting for Nikon to call me. Do you you think they forgot my number?
These next two shots were taken this month but last year. My forsythia just burst open this week. It always reminds me of my Gram. She would always cut branches of forsythia before they bloomed and put them in a vase of water on her dining room table. The first flowers of Spring would be seen in her house. I miss those days.
That is what I love to do.
Outside.
Working in the yard.
Getting my hands dirty.
Making things look better.
All of that is good for my soul.
All of a sudden someone wasn’t too fond of grass:
The kids played,
and played.
and played.
and did a little ham’n it up.
I even got a snappy of me and my sweets. Thanks Honey!
Sad to say that my camera is off to get serviced tomorrow. Ack, what will I do?
Because his lips are so lushy lishy…
Late night hunting with Grandpa in the yard:
Monsta was complaining that his tummy hurt and this morning woke up with 103 fever. I made chicken soup with alphabets in it and he is pretty much just dozing on the couch all day. Poor kid.
I have mentioned before that the Monsta is pretty much over the whole camera thing. If I ask for a smile, I get cheese. If I don’t ask, I get cheese. So, I end up not asking and letting him do whatever he is doing and if I would like him to look up, I try to make him laugh somehow by asking him something funny. That works for about a minute and then he is back to cheese. After the cheese though, there is the annoyed phase. If I’m lucky, I can snap a few during this sensitive stage. If I click one too many, then we move into full on tantrum. I’ve been timing it pretty perfectly I must say. Here is Ben with the “annoyed” face. I love these shots just the same. I could eat up those cheeks and lips in one bite. They are THAT cute!
Switching topics over to our bee friends. They LOVE us and our deck. We keep saying we are going to seal the deck with an oil based stain because the bees don’t like that but it is not high up on our to do list. Until then, we live with them. Get rid of them. They come back. We get rid of them and so on and so on. Here is a sweet little guy that is working away. They like to build under the railing.
He is doesn’t live here anymore.
