It feels like a week, oh it has been a week.
We've been busy with 3 deliveries this week.
#1 Mr. Baby who picked me up at the shop for our monthly pedicure. He gets swung in the air, kisses, applause and a nap. I get the bill. Then he swung by the house to hang with the Lab. Guess you could say he's a swinger.
#2 5 yards of mulch. Delivered by the county, piled in the driveway, spread by us.
Aeriel ( back porch) views of the newly expanded back bed. This formerly housed the large maple GG took down last summer. We planted a new peach tree, three lavenders, rose bushes and moved over a few clumps of shasta daisies and fennel from another bed. I will live to regret both these choices. The fig tree is to the left of the path.
Both the peonies and the baptisia had struggled in the shade of the tree. They had a triumphant return this spring. As did the fig, tall, leafy and green.
Fennel, invasive, and yet I love it's clouds of smokey goodness. This is the bed that holds the new lilac.
I'm not allowed to plant any more fennel. Okay, okay. I'm not allowed to touch the grape again either. I had a battle with it yesterday while trying to get up the back steps. I won. I got in big trouble. I'm sorry.
#3 My friend Susan appeared for a very short 3 day, 2 night visit. There was animated conversation, too much food, garden walks, laughter and very little sleep. And we got invited back to her house on the Cape this summer. Hoorah!
As soon as I get this laundry folded I'm off to see what you all have been up to.
I've missed you.