It’s been a busy week around here. Here’s some of the highlights.
Playing around with the settings on my camera, I finally figured out the b&w one.
The Planting Seeds Festival
held at the Buford Garden, had a fantastic turnout and was a success
despite the fact that Mother Nature didn’t fully cooperate.
The whole shebang was moved into the cafeteria at Buford when the skies opened up and the children took over the face painting stand.
Face painting became full body painting.
Apparently this is what a gang of girls will do when left with a stand full of face paint.
When the headliner, Dar Williams, took the stage
there was dancing and sing-a-longs. A good time was had by all.
Anniversary dinner of shrimp and grits.
This bug paced the top of my monitor literally all day Wednesday, back and forth, for hours.
Please ignore the dust. He did.
My Mother’s Day gift to myself.
A variegated leaf geranium.
There’s practically a rainbow on every leaf!
My winning streak lately has not been limited to just new fly rods.
I won a seed giveaway thanks to the Eco Women.
That’s a cosmos popping up from seed.
I also won some apron patterns from Lesa , but I’ve used my rainy days to clean around here, instead of sewing, despite what that picture of the top of my monitor tells you. Sewing when your hands are covered in poison ivy is not ideal anyway. Neither is cleaning really.
While I was at the nursery, I spied a tag for Becky Mix.
Of course it came home with me. They are now planted in the back yard.
Near my new patchouli plant.
Who knew it was a plant?
It has a much softer scent than what you remember. There’s no second note of uhm, well, you know.
I was listening to the Dead as I ran errands that day and as I’d already bought and planted my scarlet begonias for the year, I thought why not?
One of the roots of that pesky muscadine vine I’ve been digging up from all over the back yard.
It’s huge. I need to take an ax to it. It’s the size of my foot, maybe bigger and
I wear women’s size 10 shoes.
I may have underestimated it’s ability to not die. It’s the energizer bunny of invasive plants.
I threw the hibiscus in a spot of dirt a few weeks ago and despite the neglect, it’s thriving.
I guess it’s earned a weeding and mulching session, hasn’t it?
Just as soon as I dust off that computer monitor and finish hacking away at that muscadine root.
I finally found myself some new canvas gardening gloves so I am going to try to stop ripping roots out of the ground with my bare hands. Wish me luck.