This view is not mine. Mine is more weedy. Too many Lilies of the Valley choking all the other plants. Once there were only a few lilies. Then there were enough. Then there were too many.
G is constructing the Deer Fence around my hostas. Stakes pounded in and now chicken wire stapled to it. We are making sure the neighbor across the street can't see this chicken wire "fence" as she will begin to hyperventilate over "lowered property values" etc. I've lived here 27 years. Property values haven't moved much in these many years. It's Maine. Who in their right mind wants to live here????
Visit, yes. Live, no. We don't even have an Outback Steakhouse.
The "thought to be dead" citrus tree is producing leaves. The "thought to be dead" fig tree is producing leaves, but at a much slower rate than the citrus. The "thought to be dead (because they never got planted) Hosta" from our shopping trip to Lowes last Spring, are also alive and looking better than they did when we purchased them. It's all a miracle.
Sometimes doing nothing--works.
I read a book yesterday. "How to Find Love in a Bookstore". British so you might need help with the vocabulary (I gave up on some words). Made me cry several times. Nothing much happens and then it's Christmas. It's just people being people and then, at the end, it works itself out, In fact, I'd love to see this as a PBS mini series.
Gardening today. Can't procrastinate any longer. It's mostly the mosquitos I don't like. And found another tick on myself last evening. I look forward to summer all year and now with all the itchy caterpillars, ticks and mosquitos--the FUN has certainly gone out of summer.
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