The geranium I brought with me from our sunny gardens at the little white cottage is doing splendidly. It is full, and happy, it has produced big, dark green leaves, and its red flowers are a jewel in my winter days.
On Thursday I dug out some of the Phlox outside the kitchen window and transplanted them on that path along the entrance of the garden. I did some more cleaning on that other side of the garden as well, and started opening all those boxes containing all of my little garden friends and such, and which have been parked on the back porch since the day the movers arrived, back in November of this past year.
Finally, the days are warm enough and sunshiny enough for me to be able to do that. I was surprised to find such an array of things contained in those boxes… all of my little garden friends, statues and embellishment enough to adorn two more gardens. What would I do with so much? I might have to get rid of some, because, oh I know… the Fisherman! He won’t like it!
I remember how displeased he used to be back when we lived here about my little friends scattered around my garden. You see, they were fine hiding amidst hostas and hydrangeas and bushes of all sorts that kept their charm even during our mild southern winters, back at the little white cottage, but because this garden is so bare during the winter months, all of my little friends are very obvious, and I have to agree—they are not an elegant sight.
Some of you had suggested on a few posts back, I use chicken scraps to feed my birds and doves. And so, I went to Zamzows and got a huge bag. I was told this is also good for attracting quails. But thus far, I haven’t seen a single bird. Where are they?
The other day, I tried to find a better, or a more obvious place to place Jennelle, because where I had her I don’t get to see her that much, but thus far I haven’t decided yet where she should live.
Then, the most strange of things happened. I took her back to that room where I originally had her, and this morning when I entered that room she was on the floor and everything I had on top of that little orange dresser where she sat, knocked down and scattered around.
I was very surprised and a bit upset too, and decided to place her on that wall going up the stairs, where I have other paintings as well. But I don't know if I want to keep her any more. Should I keep her? Should I not?
I only wish I could grab some paint and brushes and cover all those not so pretty spots on her neck and dripping paint. But I’m sure I will ruin the painting if I do so. Wish some of you artistic souls out there could come by and help! ;)
On Monday, the Home Depot guys will be here to change the carpet in our family room. I have chosen a tufted pattern in golden that I think is going to look awesome with all the metallic accents I have there. I can hardly wait!
See you soon my friends! It is a beautiful sunny day here. Enjoy your day, wherever you are!