OK, my neighbor is right. I am the love child of Martha Stewart and Betty Crocker. I have spent two weeks of my first real summer vacation as a teacher painting my livingroom. But it is sooo gorgeous. Then I spent two days catching up with deadheading in the garden. AND I LIKED IT! This is not right. But I am doomed. I even took pictures to document the garden so I can plan what to plant for next year. You may laugh, but mark my words. If you plant just one rhododendron and it lives, you too will become a gardener. I will spare you all the pictures for now. I may not be able to hold out forever, though, as I have become one of those people who names her roses.
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In Which I Hang Out With Bob And Kevin And Discuss Many Things, Including
Male Pop Stars With High Voices
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There's one of the tiny bean blossoms that I finally got a picture of this
morning. And here's one of the vines' tendrils, gracefully snaking its way
to...
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2 comments:
Post the pictures! I want to see them. Thanks for reviving the blog and posting. :-)
This is what I have discovered- if you have the old Southern lady yard-work gene, you cannot escape it. Surrender.
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