The lilac buds.
The frilly pansies.
The frilly pansies.
The mighty oak. Did I ever tell you the story of this tree? Someone left it in a little pot (it was probably not a foot tall) at the curb, and I rescued it and brought it home. There was a note with it: it was originally given at a wedding, as a little gift from the couple to their guests. I wonder how many of them ended up discarded because no one has room for an oak tree! It's in a pot, but I will have to think of somewhere to set it free before it gets too big. I would love a mighty oak on our street, but will have to find a neighbour to take it, since I already have a big tree. It's got a bit of a bend at the top because I took it inside over the winter and put it on shelves in the bathroom window, and it grew several inches and put out those 4 leaves without me even noticing, and it was scrunched under the shelf! Oops.
And then there's Elaine reading. The magazine is upside-down because I think she was reading the answer to a joke or some such!
And Arthur, surrounded by the "garden," one store-bought pansy and a lot of dirt. The nice weather is supposed to continue, so there'll be a rush at the garden centre this weekend, but we all know in our hearts we can't plant anything till Victoria Day. We'll see!
And then there's Elaine reading. The magazine is upside-down because I think she was reading the answer to a joke or some such!
And Arthur, surrounded by the "garden," one store-bought pansy and a lot of dirt. The nice weather is supposed to continue, so there'll be a rush at the garden centre this weekend, but we all know in our hearts we can't plant anything till Victoria Day. We'll see!
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