Glory's Garden

All the world's a garden, you know, and we are mere flowers within it. Come, I'll show you!

Don't get any funny ideas!

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My Peeps!

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Be Grateful for the Little Things

There I was pushing the lawn mower and stopping every few steps to pick up branches from my late lamented Lombardi Poplars*. I stacked the sticks and twigs when it suddenly occurred to me we ought to be extremely grateful that the colonies won the Revolutionary War against the English Monarchy.

Friday, May 25, 2018

Best Smelling time of year

I may have said this a dozen times already on this blog, but I'm willing to say it again and bore you all. Spring is the best smelling time of least it is in my garden.

What is making it smell so great? Load of things.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Ode to My Late Lamented Lombardi Poplar

Ode to my Late Lamented Lombardi Poplar

Oh, my Late Lamented Lombardi Poplar, what has become of you? You were always so tall and full of life. Well, you're still tall--the ones which remain upright that is-- but you're as dead as a doornail now, all eight of you.

Friday, May 18, 2018

We have to stop meeting like this

Really, now, Mr. Snake! We have to stop meeting like this. Four times in the past week alone--and three of those days the rain kept me inside. This is too much. 

You're lucky I was NOT carrying a shovel or instinct would have kicked in and you'd be sliced in two. As it is, I let you go with a mere yelp. Ooh, how I hate the slither of you in the tall grass...creepy. I let you crawl back into the rock wall, I let you pass by me to disappear into the weeds untouched and barely acknowledged.

Can't you just stay away from me? If you continue to show yourself I will not be responsible for your demise if you scare me too much. 

So, go off and chase the moles, eat the field mice--as many as you can stomach, but leave the froggies. They eat the bugs, you know. 

And do watch out for the hawks and eagles...hard to hide from them and we wouldn't want you to end up anyone's dinner, now do we? Well, maybe.