All Quiet On The Western Front

Or not.

What's worse, Mother's Day madness or still feeling the adrenaline for two days later so down time is spent in the garden weeding and sowing, hauling and planting.

And what was Monday without a trip to a garden center?

I wouldn't know...

By Wednesday exhaustion hit all of us.  But phones keep ringing and it seems as if everyone in the tri-state area is having a party this weekend, so we soldier on.

Until it's time to go home and all of us scatter into our respective gardens.

I unlock the door and let Bonnie and Clyde out. They're merciless. I don't think there will be a fly left in the 'hood by June. My lips are sealed on any other carnage. But some of you have outdoor cats. You know of what I dare not speak.

Really looking forward to the cicaidas. Not. My nights and days will be filled with the sound of crunching.

Shudder.

But there are peonies, pale pink, fuscia, white and a deep pink. There's salvia and iris and lambs ears and catmint and nigella and peaches.

I'm sorry. Did it sound like I was whining earlier?

Peonies and peaches. I think not. No whining here.

And I'm getting a fence In the back on the berm. Where the Leylands are no longer.

Don't worry, I've taken some truly horrible photos of the view that causes my friends to quake.

And lowers my property value.

That visit to the garden center?

I'm already collecting treasures to plant.

Told you I was gonna get my pretty back.

Stay tuned!