Time to clear the weeds off the box beds so they can dry out a bit, be tilled, and planted.
It's no hardship being out on a beautiful day like this.
An early swallowtail working the thrift.
The chartreuse of the river birches I planted about forty years ago is almost electric against the blue of the sky
There's always time for some contemplative moments as I sit and hoick out the weeds.
When I moved up to the herb garden, I had an OH WOW! moment.
Buried in an overgrown hedge, this pink tree peony was blooming like mad. I planted it and another years ago after reading a Martha Stewart article about her tree peonies. Thanks, Martha!
Ali Ali appreciates a nice warm bed.
