We are almost ready to hang up our garden gloves. Not that things are finished, but the temperature is in the mid-80s, and that makes the labor difficult in this humidity. There are still some mornings left, however, and those we fill with the last bit of planting on the upper terrace. Charles has been an angel of a garden worker.
Just some shots of the present state of things on the lower terrace (more about the upper terrace in a few days, the before and after shots):
Charles loves to grow strawberries, so we're trying a strawberry pot dedicated to this. What a novel idea it is to grow strawberries in a strawberry pot!
This is one of my grandmother pots-- painted and peeling, now. Daddy painted a pair of them to match the painted cottage his mother lived in until her death at 98 years of age. Some trailing miniature petunias should spruce this up later in the season:
In between all of this I have been stitching on my soluble fabric design and cleaning out closets and drawers. Good Will has been the recipient of a lot of "stuff" lately, with even more to go! How good it feels to pack away suits I will never wear again, wall hangings/pictures I have used and can now surrender. Moving into a smaller place has its yeas and nays. On the yea side, there is always the clearing out. I am prompted to this action because I cringe to think of what Jordan and Julie will say to one another as they do the final clearing out one day!
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