garden party

So, the ending of the school year has given me some time to (finally) get my yard together. You know, so that we don't look quite so white trashy anymore. (Or at least less white trashy.)


I took my wind chimes out of the shed and hung them in their rightful place outside the bathroom window. It's very relaxing to soak in a tub and hear them chiming in the breeze. Except for the times when it reminds you of a scene from a horror movie and you start to think that maybe a lunatic with a chainsaw is out there next to the wind chimes. Then it 's not so relaxing anymore.





Hubby insisted that we had to have a concrete lawn brontosaurus. So we do. I call him Biscuit. I have no idea why.






I managed to get these into my planters this weekend. Gerbera daisies are my favorite favorite flowers. I had them as my bouquet at my wedding. (Okay, I really wanted lotus blossoms, but those were $24 per bud, so I went with the daisies.)

One day I'll have a big Buddha for my yard (after all, Hubby got his dinosaur). But for now, this one watches over the bird feeder.

I have this odd love of garden gnomes. (I don't know. I just like them.) I have just this one. He plays the saxophone. He's a saxy gnome.

These are African daisies. They're new this year. They're by the gnome. (You know, the saxy gnome.) I think he'll help them grow.

We planted this tree for our first anniversary. It's growing. I think that's good.

These rose bushes came with this house. I do nothing to them, but they keep growing. Myabe that's the key with me and plants.

That's my part of the yard. The "make it pretty" part. Now if I could just get the grass mowed we'd be set. But that's so not my job. That's a whole other post.

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