This year however, with the early warm weather, I got the itch to start a garden. I started with this:
I have another hanging basket shown here:
And finally the pièce de résistance, my little shade garden:
It contains hostas and daylilies from D's mom's garden, a couple hostas and an astilbe from my neighbour, T's, garden that didn't grow in hers because her yard is full sun. The rocks around the edge are ones that I dug up while making this garden (no wonder the grass wasn't growing), I hope to slowly replace those stones with ones from the cottage.
Speaking of the cottage, something I haven't done in a while, here is a clipping from my Grandma's Scrapbook:
Results & Roses
Via Aunt Grace Keller
The man who wants a garden fair,
Or small, or very big.
With flowers growing here and there
Must bend his back, and dig.
The things are mighty few on earth
That wishes can attain
Whate’er we want of any worth
We’ve go to work, to gain.
It matters not what good you seek
It’s secret here reposes:
You’ve got to dig from week to week
To get results, – or roses.
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